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Arsenic and old lace
#WritcoStoryPrompt7
The old woman dropped her purse, spilling its contents all over the sidewalk. He rushed ahead to help her stopping short when he saw the gun under the purse. It was a black coloured pistol, closely resembling a Glock-17. He was surprised to see an old woman, frail as she looked - like wrinkled paper, as old as his grandmother, brandish a pistol. "What's the world coming to, or has already come to, in this case?", he thought to himself. He handed the gun, it was lighter than he expected, to the lady, who took it gratefully. "Thank you, my child. At this age, climbing the sidewalk is a major headache for me. I often lose my balance. It’s very kind to stop and help me, most people wouldn't bother. ", she said, pulling her sweater tighter around her. All the time she was talking, she was using the gun as talking aid, moving her hands expressively, while holding the gun. He tracked the gun's movement minutely, scared that in...
The old woman dropped her purse, spilling its contents all over the sidewalk. He rushed ahead to help her stopping short when he saw the gun under the purse. It was a black coloured pistol, closely resembling a Glock-17. He was surprised to see an old woman, frail as she looked - like wrinkled paper, as old as his grandmother, brandish a pistol. "What's the world coming to, or has already come to, in this case?", he thought to himself. He handed the gun, it was lighter than he expected, to the lady, who took it gratefully. "Thank you, my child. At this age, climbing the sidewalk is a major headache for me. I often lose my balance. It’s very kind to stop and help me, most people wouldn't bother. ", she said, pulling her sweater tighter around her. All the time she was talking, she was using the gun as talking aid, moving her hands expressively, while holding the gun. He tracked the gun's movement minutely, scared that in...
