Hump Day Kick Start – Trigger Edition

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.

snipershot

 

Pulling double duty for today’s prompt. Do one, or the other, or both.

Who are these two? The good guys or the bad? Snipers? Assassins? Depends on the target, wouldn’t you say? Who are the targets? Could this be a case of Mr & Mrs. Smith, the target being each other? Maybe he is a time traveler, sent to kill people who are a threat to the future. Look at how she is dressed. Had she been called away from her sham of a job as a lawyer’s aid/event coordinator/secretary by her real employer to handle a “code red situation”? You tell me.

I’d love to hear your take.

10 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Trigger Edition

  1. Will Graham says:

    Her: “I warned you people about eating all the Black and White Cookies, didn’t I? You thought I was KIDDING? I was SERIOUS about it! I MEANT IT!”

    Him: “Pistol, honey, it’s me. I took care of the Cookie Thief and I have some more. Put the rifle down, baby, and come down stairs, okay?”

    Her: “Okay!”

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  2. jbrayweber says:

    HAHAHA! Nice way to tie it together, Will.

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  3. jeff7salter says:

    I’ll take the girl.
    Here’s Ashley’s story:
    Ever since the new neighbor family moved in, the cul de sac had been in chaos.
    Flower beds ruined, trash strewn all over, the teen driving up on lawns and tearing up turf. The “man” of the household — Rufus — was the worst of the lot and clearly had trained the others. He’d nearly burned down Ashley’s neighbor’s storage building by starting (but not monitoring) a huge fire in his own back yard.
    Everyone on the cul de sac was afraid of confronting Rufus or his wife or any of their five kids.
    Everyone but Ashley.
    The other neighbors knew they could count on Ashley to do something… even if they had no idea what it might be.
    Ashley’s early efforts included being reasonable, asking politely for them to control their kids, refrain from the damage and vandalism, and be mindful about open fires.
    Rufus just laughed and spit tobacco juice at her feet.
    “Okay, Rufus,” she said, locking eyes with him. “We tried nice and it didn’t work. Consider this conversation your final warning. Control yourself and your family or face the consequences.”
    “What are you planning to do, girlie?” he said with a crude leer. “You gonna slap my face?”
    “This was your last warning,” she said and left him with a puzzled expression on his stupid face.
    The next morning, Ashley discovered her car had been keyed and one of her tires punctured.
    That was the final straw.
    Stationing herself in her own upstairs window, Ashley watched and waited. Sure enough, Rufus emerged, went out of his way to get to Ashley’s house, and spit — looked like a pint — of tobacco juice into her car’s gas tank.
    That was it.
    She took aim. The scope had him in the crosshairs.
    She fired.
    Rufus went down.
    Ashley calmly dialed 911. “There’s a strange man who’s vandalized my car and is not lying on my driveway beside it. He may need medical attention.”
    911 operator: “What’s the nature of his medical condition?”
    Ashley: “not sure. From here it looked like a heart attack, but it might have been a bird strike. No telling.”
    What Ashley did NOT reveal is that she’d specially constructed cartridges which propelled a “bullet” made of highly compressed chewing tobacco.
    No ballistics.
    Untraceable.
    Extremely painful, particularly when aimed below the belt.

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  4. jbrayweber says:

    I think we all have neighbors we’d like to do this to. What fun, Jeff!

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  5. jeff7salter says:

    I didn’t do any field research on that tobacco bullet, but it sounds plausible

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  6. jeff7salter says:

    9th line from bottom should read
    and is now lying…
    NOT
    and is not lying…

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  7. jbrayweber says:

    It happens…

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  8. Marie says:

    “Man this is getting old” Bradley sputtered. After the twelfth take on the TV series The King and the Princess. Bradley’s knees were starting to act up and all he wanted was to escape to his apartment and crash.
    “This is getting ridiculous” Diana muttered to herself. My legs ache, my feet hurt and I want my latte and my dog Fifi is waiting for me at home.”
    “Cut” the director yelled. We have td do another take. I heard muttering coming from your mikes”
    “Bradley, Diana, take five and when you’re ready to stop complaining come back to the set.
    Bradley eyed Diana She was a vision in her topcoat and heels.
    Even her hair shone like gold in the set lighting. She looked like an angel.
    Bradley and Diana met at the coffee urn and glanced at his each other.
    They looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
    “Shall we, Diana?”
    “Well of course, Bradley.”
    They retrieved their guns, ran down the long hall and fled to the streets. No one was going to stop them.
    The director yelled “Wait we’re not finished yet. It’s only midnight. We have the house till 6AM.”
    Bradley and Diana never looked back.
    “Bradley stole a glance at Diana and said Your place or mine?
    “Yours, of course Mr. King.”
    “I do like your style, Princess.”
    The series continued for two more years. The King and the Princess became Mr. and Mrs. King and the audience cheered.

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  9. jbrayweber says:

    I *do* like a happy ending, Marie. 🙂

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  10. Marie says:

    So *do* I, Jennifer! Thank you.

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