“You need to leave,” William told the woman.
“Fuck you. I am not leaving,” the twenty something woman said.
William looked the crazy bitch in the eye. “If you don’t, then we fight.”
“Bring it on, fat boy. I’m not scared of you,” she said, waving a fist at him.
He let out a deep breath, then said, “You just don’t get it. If you start this fight with me, one of us goes to the morgue, and the other probably to the hospital.”
“Are you threatening me!” she shrieked.
“No, I’m explaining why picking a fight with me is a bad idea. I’m old, you’re young. I don’t give a damn about you being a woman. For me it is, kill you before you hurt me too much, and the only way you can stop that is to kill me first. If we fight, it is to the death.”
“Real tough guy, are you?” she sneered.
Saying that, she stepped closer.
William went for her throat with his right hand.
She moved quick, quicker that he thought she would and bounced back out of reach.
“What the fuck!” she said, her eye wide and how close he had come to grabbing her by the throat.
His blood pounding in his ears, William took a step closer, and she backed up three. “You are fucking crazy!” she said.
“I told you there are three possible outcomes, die, kill or leave,” he said, trying to keep his breathing even.
She held up her hand and stepped back further. “Ok, I’m out of here. But you’ve not heard the last of this.”
Heart still racing he said, “I’ll remember that and know that if I see you again, it is because you are going to kill me and I will act accordingly if I see your face.”
The woman backed up a few more steps, turned and walked away. William watched her until she turned the corner and disappeared. Would she let it drop?
It was time to clean that .38 in his dresser. He hadn’t thought about it in years or cleaned it in even longer. Was the ammo even good he wondered?
So what do you think of William?