Sitting outside on a bench, a woman reading a book on her e-reader clicked the button to read the next page. A buzzing sound distracted her and she looked up in annoyance. She saw the fly land on the table and the woman scowled, and waved her hand in front of the fly to shoo it away.
The fly didn't move.
She flicked the fly with her finger, and hit a pebble off the table instead while the fly flew away.
The pebble hit the windshield of a Prius, distracting the driver from paying attention to the traffic. The driver honked, angry that a pebble dared to land on his windshield. The sound of the honking car startled the woman from her book, and saw the driver looking at her, both scowling.
She saw the passenger window roll down, and she raised an eyebrow at the young douche-looking man.
"Did you just throw a rock at my windshield? It came from your direction!"
"Well, sorry! I was trying to shoo away a fly. Just like you, so shoo," she said, flicking her finger like she had to the pebble.
His face turned purple, "Why you little bi--"
"Don't call me a bitch!" she cut him off, "You're the one who's afraid of dinging his precious car!"
He jumped out of his car and took his gun out in an instant, "Bitches never cut me off."
He pulled the trigger before she could respond to the threat. Screams went up around the scene as the driver emptied the shell out of the chamber, put it back in his holster and got back in the car, ignoring the commotion going on around him.
It was too bad that bitch had to take the fall-out of his temper after catching his wife cheating on him. That bitch.
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