Terminal
The cancer had spread, promising a lengthy, painful demise. It was something neither Mac nor his elderly father was looking forward to. Both wondered whether there was a quicker, easier way out.
Mac stood by his father’s nursing home bed, the loaded pistol lying on the blanket. “It’s time, Dad,” he said. His father nodded agreement. There was a bang, and blue smoke spread like spilled ink through the air while blood spread on the floor below. An autopsy would show the extent of the disease, and Mac’s father would face no charges for ending his son’s life.
Short and sweet, Bob. I liked it.
Comment by Chad Case — August 25, 2009 @ 9:03 pm
Oh now that’s a twist and a half! I did NOT expect that…!
Comment by Loribeth215 — August 26, 2009 @ 12:28 am
Interesting. I love the extreme shorts. They are so hard to write. Great story!
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Comment by wpauleyIII — September 1, 2009 @ 9:45 am
Thanks for the kind words!
Comment by Bob Eccles — September 4, 2009 @ 5:44 pm