Don’t move or I’ll blow your ffing head off! She warns the cashier.
Her body is lost in a loose red sweatshirt with a hood and large sunglasses. She has soft milk skin and dirty nails, but she knows how to hold a gun. Chronology dilutes her threat.
Listen, I got a little girl. Ten last birth day. Is your dad alive? Did he teach you to shoot?
She fires straight at my head.
Cut Cut ………. The director has an apoplectic fit.
Thanks for the prompt Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. SHALOM.