Reflecting, boating into NY, I was still shaking, nauseous, sweating.
It had been just the three of us on the farm.
“Give me Brogan.”
“If I don’t?”
The gun he pulled was answer enough.
I responded, pulling out a small silver switch box. “The car’s rigged, Dempsey. If I’m dead anyway, he’s better off with me than you.”
He moved toward the car when saw Brogan’s silhouette. “STOP!” I hollered. “You’re not getting him!”
“Stupid, bitch. Yes, I am.”
I flipped the switch. The explosion rocked my world. He turned the gun towards me. I flung myself at him. We landed hard on the ground. A second explosion rang in my ears. Dempsey’s body, limp atop me, muffled all other sounds.
This is a continuation of an experiment. Each week there is a 100 word short story photo prompt challenge posed by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. My challenge to myself is to connect these photos into one seamless story. I hope you have enjoyed the stories. It’s been fun trying to connect these stories. This certainly wasn’t the ending I was expecting to reach when I started this challenge. Thanks, Rochelle, for providing the catalyst for creation!