The last strains of sunlight lingered in the corners, grasping every available point of refraction. She slid her fingertips along the glass wondering if this was all there ever was. Or could be. But this was not a time for reverie. She needed action, now. With the stealth of a seasoned wood rat, she pumped the SuperSoaker, maneuvered it through the open window and took aim.
For this weekend’s Trifextra challenge, we’d like you to read the 33 words below and then add 33 of your own words to move the story along.