It stared at me, its eyes never leaving mine. I slowly pulled the pistol out of the waistband of my jeans and raised my arm, aiming it. It never flinched. My left hand held my dog’s leash. My dog was what it wanted. That wasn’t going to happen. A standoff had ensued.
Day: May 17, 2017
One Liner Wednesday
This is one line from the novel I’m currently working on, a psychological thriller:
“Even though she was there with him and he held her lovingly, he didn’t think about her because sociopaths don’t do that kind of thing.”
The Write Scribe 