She could sense him. Every step took her closer home; took him closer to her. She turned corners and bolted. She lost him; escaped another attempt to steal her innocence. She would think of something else tomorrow.
She finally arrived home. He was there… waiting. He pounced on her. A shot fired. He fell. Her brother stood shaking, afraid, relieved.
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What is up with you guys?
It had the damsel in distress and the villian geting his just reward, all in 60 words. Good shot.
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