Short Fiction
The Grandmother Smiled as She Shot The Man in the Head
Surprise

The silent alarm flashed. Four men moving fast. Carl grabbed the toddler, ran into the house, locking her outside. The men would assume she had run in. Her silver hair sparkles as she races to the guns stashed outside of the house.
The first man tackles her; the void greets him as she quickly breaks his neck and keeps moving. A gun is in her hand. She puts a bullet in the head of the second masked man. The third tries to duck, instead, he is hit squarely in the chest with two rounds.
The fourth man rounds the corner. The grandmother shoots him dead. The men had miscalculated. They came for two old people and a baby; instead, they found an older man, a baby, and the retired 009.
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