99-word fiction: The stranger – part IV
Outside, the woman hunched her shoulders against the rain and crossed the car park. She started the car and left it idling, the lights off. She looked at her bag on the passenger seat.
A half of something is better than of whole of nothing; for now, she thought.
In the darkness she revved the car and watched the entrance. And waited.
Inside, the barman shook his head and pointed towards the door. The stranger felt his stomach twist and his blood chill. He hadn’t seen her car leave and she had a gun. She also had a motive.
If you haven’t read the previous stories, you can find them here:
My Words, My World 
Pingback: 99-word fiction: The stranger – part V | My Words, My World