A Story in 100 Words.
Rusty was walked into some dilapidated hot shack somewhere in south shit Texas. His hands zip-tied; they sat him in the chair opposite Colin.
Colin took a sip of tea from his fancy flowered porcelain cup of tea. Then set it down in its matching fancy saucer.
He took a big sigh before he spoke: “Look, Rusty, you’re gonna die. That’s happening.”
Rusty snarled: “Aren’t we all.”
“Maybe not everyone, at least not today. That’s up to you.” Colin turned the laptop in front of him around. He saw his wife, Elise, feeding their children.
Rusty shook: “Fuck. You.”
Part 2:
Acquiesce (part 2)
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