Today on Drabble Wednesday all
things must come to a end... sometimes permanently.
Turnabout and All is Fair
“Sorry my dear, we had fun, but a
job is a job.” I raised my gun with a smile, an odd twitch in my hand.
She answered my smile. “I
understand, and agree. So I hope you won’t mind what I slipped into your wine.
It’s hard to pull a trigger with shaky fingers.”
A cold seizure gripped my gut. A
whisper of panic fled my throat. “No.”
The gun felt heavy... I couldn’t... “Why?”
“To clear my debt. I kill you, my
last employer forgives my botching the previous job. It seems he didn’t like
you killing his son.”
~*~
Last Piece
I feel the pain dig into my palm
from the broken edges, and the sticky flow of my blood. I don’t let go. I can’t
let go. It’s all I have left. A damaged picture frame and torn photo under
half-shattered glass.
Unless you count their bodies.
Buried in the rubble of our house.
I don’t know why I survived. One
person in the carnage. Left in the wreckage of our life, our street, maybe the
city. Hell, maybe the world.
I don’t know how far the war
extends.
But I’m staying here, where my
life ended.
Waiting to die.
~*~
Finite
When the clock winds down, the
space between ticks seems infinite. Yet, it’s simply a wish, a hope for more
time. We want a cheat, a reprieve, a stay on our execution. One more breath,
one more kiss, one more chance at life. We want a another shot at all those
regrets, things left undone.
In those last moments, it all
seems so precious. We cling to it in desperation, knowing our fate is beyond
our control. No one wants to die. No one wants the end of everything.
Now it too late.
The death of the
universe has begun.
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