Friday, 19 July 2013
Flash Fiction Friday: Dumping the trash
Dumping the trash
“Look, baby, this is the last of it. All we have to do is throw it, let nature take it's course and then it will be over.”
“Fuck, Matt, I never thought you'd go this far.”
“What did you expect me to do, let the bastard get away with what he did?”
“No but I thought you'd just give him a good hiding, not kill him, not chop him up.”
Cindy stared into the bucket, at the head of the man who had made her childhood such a misery, for one last time.