Based on Today’s Creative Writing Facebook Challenge!
Simon William Smith stared along the dusty road. In front of him stood a gunslinger, an evil glint in his eye and two polished pistols at his waist. The gunslinger spat and looked Simon dead in the eye, “Draw” he said, pulling his pistols. Simon crouched and grabbed a stone, flinging it towards the his assailant.
Unfortunately, just as you should always remember the phrase ‘never bring a knife to a gunfight,’ you should remember the phrase ‘never throw rocks at a man with a gun.’ As the stone whizzed through the air, the bullet from the gunslinger’s revolver struck Simon dead in the chest, he fell to the ground lifeless, the stone flying harmlessly past the gunslinger…
From out of a saloon, a barmaid came running, ‘Nooooo’ she cried, running to Simon’s lifeless body, her hat falling from her head as she ran. As she reached him and looked into Simon’s glassy eyes, she wept and sat upon the dusty ground, cradling the head of the fallen hero.