Friday Fictioneers – Revenant

I was at a work meeting in London on Wednesday so Rochelle‘s email with this week’s prompt pic

from Sarah Potter came to me on my phone.

On the way back, I had time to kill so wrote my FriFic and – get this – for the first time ever I wrote it with an actual pen onto a piece of paper.  I have the world’s worst handwriting so rather than make you have to try to read this:

I’ve typed it out for you below. Feel free to read it, and also to visit the Froggy Island to see the Fics everyone else has shared.

 

The silence was broken only by echoing final notes from the stunned pianist. A figure, silhouetted against the evening sun, filled the saloon doorway.

With slow, spur-rattling steps, he approached the bar, downed two fingers of whisky and addressed the nervous customers.

“I left this town five years gone, with only the clothes on my back and the sixgun in my holster. I fought, shot and killed to survive. They call me Dusty Zapata, and I’m back.”

An elderly woman stood.

“Darren Cooper,” she said, “yer Mam’s been worried sick. Sit down and stop showing off. And clean them shoes!”