Shooting Fish in a Barrel
BANG! His drunken form swallowed the bedroom. She slunk deep into nest of pillows and duvet. Nightly ritual began. She recoiled at each approaching footstep. He stealthily reached for the gun. He enjoyed her screams and pleas as he pulled trigger. Volley of blanks broke the silence.
BANG! Nerves frayed, she ate another Valium breakfast. In a cloudy haze she decided. She would swap the blanks for real bullets.
BANG! Sat at the bar, complaining vehemently that the beer was too warm, his mind cranked through devious levers. ‘Oh yes,’ he roared deep inside. ‘Tonight I will pretend to shoot myself'.’