This is my story for a 100 word flash fiction challenge at Terribleminds.

I like how it came out.

The last gunshot echoed through the penthouse.

The last of the Trenden men fell over on his face.

I slumped against the wall breathing hard. My side was burning, blood seeping between my clenched fingers. I fought dizziness and staggered through the doorway.

Jenna sat, tied to a wooden chair, her eyes wide and staring. Despite a mark on her jaw and mascara running down her cheeks, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

I untied her, and held her close, and asked her the question I’d meant to ask her two days before.

She said yes.