Flash Fiction: Fingered

Three terrorists leveled guns at the tuxedo clad man and a woman in an evening dress.

“Some date,” she quipped.

He made finger guns. “Pew! Pew! Pew!”

Blaster bolts dropped three terrorists.

Agent 97 blows smoke off his index fingers. “Handy gadgets.”

 

 

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