nguish this subtle mockery wherever I could. I heard a faint rustle to my left, ramming the butt of the rifle into my shoulder I pivoted and pulled the trigger…Mary was down for only a few minutes, but when the stars cleared Harry was gone, the welts on her face were quickly swelling up closing her left eye. With fury and sorrow in her heart she sprinted to the garage noticing immediately the absence of Harry’s car. Knowing her partner’s thoughts, she knew there was only one place for him to flee. The lake. The rank smell of burnt rubber accompanied Mary’s departure as she sped after her husband. Cresting the peak at full tilt she gunned the engine on the down-slope. A resounding crack split the air startling Mary almost causing her to swerve off the road. Confused thoughts rushed through her mind, had he killed himself? Had he had an accident? Damn it no, retribution was to be mine not some random strangers. Slowing to a stop next to Harry’s car, Mary raced down the track to the lake, heart pounding, nerves strained, trying to anticipate whatever was coming around this next bend. Flecks of crimson blood were splattered against the track, leaving a gory trail down the path. At the base of it with his hand stretched, touching the cool water he loved so much was Harry, all thoughts of revenge fled Mary’s mind immediately, she knew a moments peace of mind before a second crack split the silence enveloping this tranquil sanctuary of nature. ...
