Jared screamed a blood-curdling scream of surprise and agony. His left arm had been blown off. Blood soaked the jagged edges of what was left of his blue plaid shirt. He lay on the sidewalk. Eyes wide open, face spattered with blood and gasping for breath.
I said, “Wrong old bitch today. You mean little shit.” And gave him a kick in the side. Trying to be careful not blood on my new blue tennis shoes.
I’m not even old. I’m not that young. I’m not old either. But, I’m old enough to know how to configure a remote controllable small explosive device to conceal in a handbag. Not one of my nice designer bags. I’m all for vigilante justice. But, not that much. One that I picked up at the thrift shop for $5. I knew it would come in handy. So, did dating my ex Jack. He’s a good guy. But, he’s so full of himself. He needs to date someone equally full of herself. No. They would try to kill each other.
As I was saying, dating Jack, my dad’s military background, he’s really big into self-defense and my fondness for the dark web, I feel like a superwoman! A girl needs to be able to take care of herself. By any means possible.
Hold on.. my phone is ringing. Well now speaking of Jack.
I said, “Hi there Jacky!”
Jack said, “Hi sweetie. What have you been up to today?”
We’re not together any longer but, we’re great friends.
I said, “Nothin’ much. How are you and what’s going on?”
Jack said, “Everything is going great. I was on an assignment. I’m back in town.”
I asked, “How was it?”
Jack said, “It went perfectly. You know I’m excellent at what I do.”
I told you he’s full of himself.
I asked, “So, what’s up?”
Jack answered, “Well, I met someone online. Her name is Maggie. She seems perfect.”
I said, “You know no one is perfect Jacky.”
Jack laughed and said, “That’s why I’m calling you. You can dig where I can’t.”
I said, “Oh! You know I love a challenge. Anyone that seems that perfect has got to be batshit crazy.”