Since I've been running dry on the new writing front lately, I'm diving back into the archives for a snippet today from another of my Kasey Reynolds stories. This is a first draft of a story I'd written some time ago, and I will probably try to get it going again sometime soon. So, other than the usual warnings about it being a first draft, I'll simply leave you with this snippet:
“You son of a...” Kasey grabbed the wiry pipsqueak by both flaps of his cheap, thinning suit. In the blink of an eye, she spun around, tossing him against the wall.
He crumpled to the ground, allowing the blonde-haired vixen to yank the scattergun off her thigh and aim the barrel straight at his chest. “Now, give me the money you promised me!”
His brown eyes darted back and forth as he watched the end of his life racing upon him, stammering, “I don’t have it.”
Kasey clenched her teeth, air from her nostrils blowing her bangs aside in a rapid rhythm. “Then you shouldn’t have hired me for the task.”
“You’d kill a man over fifteen thousand credits?”
She narrowed her eyes, then flipped her weapon around and clubbed the side of his head. He fell to the ground, appearing unconscious, but Kasey still muttered, “If someone promised to pay me, I’d do it for far less.”
Hope you enjoyed it, and I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things with new material on my novels and short stories.