Inside the grand house a woman stood, shotgun in hand. It was aimed carefully at the intruder’s groin.
“Go on,” she barked. “Just move and see how far you get.”
“Meredith, honey.” He pleaded, extending his hands palm up.
“ Don’t do this.”
Her gaze, once fixed to where her gun was aimed, slowly rose up to his face. It was a handsome one, darn it! Not a pretty boy, more like a real man with that rawness and virility she liked. The gun, still aimed and cocked, didn’t sway one iota.
“Why are you back?” she yelled, slight trill to her voice.
Silence.
“You told me to shoot you if you ever did.” She cried. “Heck, EVERYONE told me I should shoot you if I saw your ugly mug again.” Oh, but it wasn’t ugly, she mused. He was still beautiful just a whole lot sadder and tired than she remembered.
To be continued.............
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