Attack by Potato Gun

Shooting Shannon seemed a very positive action, although perhaps not from her point of view.

I began my research. The gun shop proprietor seemed surprised when I responded to his question “What do you intend to use the gun for?” with “For a murder.”

I watched with interest as he nearly choked to death on his tea, and made mental notes about assisted choking as an alternative method.

When his face had paled to crimson, and he was able to speak once again, he gave me some bad news. Guns were hard to get hold of, it would appear, in Britain, unlike the United States where a gun was practically compulsory for everyone over the age of six.

On the way home I stopped at the toyshop to investigate weaving into my story a cultural link between one of their weapons and Shannon’s land of origin. Although I doubted that even a repeated attack by potato gun could be fatal, I bought one anyway so that I could shoot at my picture of Brian.

However, I was now sure that shooting wasn’t the right way to kill Shannon. Too much distance between perpetrator and perpetratee, and she wouldn’t be able to fight back. Shannon deserved to die in a way which allowed her to show her renowned courage.

After all, this would be her last chance to show off.