This flash fiction story has been rejected more times than anything else I've written. What do you folks think about it? Should I keep submitting it or shelve it?
Tara lay on her belly in the bushes, waiting. She could feel the cold metal through her glove and she tried not to flex her trigger finger. Even the smallest motion could give her location away and then he'd shoot her... just like she was going to shoot him. She almost felt sorry for him as he stepped outside and started to walk over to his son. Tara tensed and licked her lips. She had to do it now before he got to the boy... she didn't want to hit the boy...
She took aim and pulled the trigger. Icy water hit her husband square in the chest and he yelled in surprise as his water pistol fell into the grass. Tara dropped the hose and ran. It was totally worth it.