This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris. Thank you TJ for our photo prompt
Evenings at six I claim the small table in the corner and sit nursing a glass of white chardonnay (only one small glass, never more.) Trying to make it last is part of the challenge; then my glass is empty, the game is over and there is the walk home to a lonely apartment.
The waiting game. I play discreetly. When he appears I feign attention to my wine, and feel the cold steel in my pocket. He doesn’t look my way, but takes a place at the bar. He orders a beer and a whiskey chaser.
I still have a finger of wine left, but he is on already on his third. He downs his chaser, and orders another. He swivels on the stool and scans the room. He picks up his glass and swaggers in my direction.
My view of the door is obstructed tonight by the man in the large cowboy hat, so I miss the flash of the badge.
But the badge sees me rise to meet the embrace of the man who bends forward and falls to the floor with the knife in his chest.
I sip the last drop of wine. Game over. Tonight I will not go home alone.
Alphabet Story 
Grim, but well done. 🙂
Thanks, Christine. I admit it is a bit dark and not at all what I usually write. It was a stretch.
So, does she go home with the man with the badge? Very chilling story but well done!!
More like she was hauled off to jail.
Whaaat, that was a twist! Something tells me she won’t be going home at all
The game was not well planned.
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too eager or consumed by revenge and hatred….all so dark and moody but a very riveting read….gina
Glad you liked it. She did get her revenge.
Quite grim! I can imagine she ended up in jail.
She may indeed, and whose to say if having gotten her revenge, she feels it was worth it.