Gun Stories

I shouldn’t have listened to her. She did, after all, murder my friend. Her husband. My only run-in with cops had been a speeding violation when I was eighteen. There was zero reason to involve myself. “Jesus Christ, Jennifer,” I muttered to myself. Standing in the gap of their hedges, I looked at the front door. The little pots of basil and thyme, sitting next to a palm-sized clay turtle. “The fuck is wrong with you?” It...

MeganJason watched as she walked into the bar and every male eye watched her approach. As she looked around the room, a number of patrons shifted in their seats. I stood up knowing that she was looking for me. She really was a vision. A tall, elegant woman with chestnut hair that flowed down her back, sparkling green eyes and a special smile that was directed at me. She stood about 5” 9’ and had a very curvy body with lon...