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All these things I will give thee...
“This one job
and I’ll tear it up. You’ll be free.” With a vicious predator smile he vanished
into the bone deep cold.
I opened the box
he’d left, fingers automatically remembering actions despite my mind’s turmoil.
I had trained for this.
The location was
perfect; High, open, great field of vision.
I could see right
into bright festive homes. Countless children willing sleep to overcome
excitement.
Take this
drowning man’s chance or suffer my terrible bargains’ consequences? I knew I couldn’t
decide until the moment came.
I steadied the
rifle and waited for the sleigh to enter the crosshairs.
100 words
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This story was written for Stevie McCoy's Tuesday Tales 70
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