FFT FFT

She knit before she shot. Arrived an hour early to allow for one sock. She’d put the sock in her purse, and swap it for the silencer. Then it was fft fft. That’s what bang bang sounds like with a silencer. Knitting steadied her hand. Been doing it that way since she was a teenybopper. They were her grandma’s needles and she didn’t like anybody touching them.