Short Story

Day 275 – Ninety – Short Story

He blinks, feeling the warmth of it run down his face, he spits a wad of saliva, blood, and pieces of several broken teeth the the ground, coughs violently, before spitting again.”Damn,” he says with a chuckle, before looking up, he squints, and places a hand in the air, shielding his eye from the light. “Do you want me to tell you a story?” He says to the small group that stand over his broken, bloody frame.

“Your days of telling stories are done Daniel, you need to accept what’s about to happen, because you can’t talk your fucking way out of this one!” One of the men says as he grips a bloody led pipe in his hand and snarls.

Daniel laughs, “Judgment is a funny thing Simon, for those who cast stones, should be weary of where they’ll land.”

“You piece of shit!” Simon growls as he smashes the pipe across Daniels face, sending him to meet the ground once more.

“Truth hurts,” Daniel mutters as he lifts himself up on all fours, Simon bites down on his bottom lip as he drives a boot into Daniel’s side, sending him to the ground again.

“The time for penance is over, your sins will go with you to your end, and this town will, finally begin, to HEAL!” Simon yells, as he drives the pipe deep into Daniel’s skull, silence follows, as they all stand watching, as Daniel’s blood pools in an ever growing puddle beneath his now still, lifeless body. “Now, we can, begin, again,” He says as he turns to the others, the pipe drops from his hand, and his eyes grow wide as he stares into the cold, dead eyes of….


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