The Terminal Illness Cure.
I was only speeding up the process…and doubling his insurance payout. — A story in 100 words.
I was only speeding up the process…and doubling his insurance payout — A story in 100 words.
The only outcomes from war — death, depression or defeat.
A sniper’s body lives, their soul dies.
Back home I created a niche market.
It was meant to be a surprise.
I staged the break-in, waited.
The garage door opened.
I felt my heart slow, screwed on the silencer.
She walked in and I walked towards her as something warm and wet ran down my cheek.
She smiled.
She knew.
Two to the head.
I stepped over the body.
“Okay” I called out as I walked to the front door.
A broken and weary “Thanks” came the reply.
“Bye Dad.”