“DON’T SHOOT!” Quentin screamed and put his hands up in the air. The moon chose that moment to peek out from behind the clouds and a shaft of light illuminated the face of his captor, a beautiful young lady with long dark hair and a mocking smile on her face.
“I’ve never seen a deer poacher in a suit……How bizarre!” She remarked laughingly but the gun was still pointed resolutely at his chest.
“I’m not a deer poacher ….I’m an estate agent.” “They’re even worse. I normally shoot them on sight.”
This story came about when I stayed with a friend in her large empty house in County Durham that made me appreciate thee pleasure of modern heating and plumbing - This story is dedicated to Rosie who sadly has since passed away.
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