He looked around the room again as he dabbed the sweat on his forehead.
Lots of people milled about. Too many! But he knew this was it: it was time to run. He shouldn’t waste another seco-
He jumped at the sound of the main door banging open, stricken with panic. Too late.
A vision in white was gliding down the aisle and then in front of him. His fears seemed to melt into oblivion. He realized he’d do anything for her. He was ready to give in!
The minister cleared his throat and began: We are gathered here today…
(Originally written for Reader’s Digest’s 100-word Short Story Competition 2013)
I need you to understand something before I kill you…I need you to understand why!
People make fun of me. And so what I really need right now is not to be laughed at. Like I’m a joke! Well, I am not and soon the world will know it. Once you’re dead, that is. Then they will have to take me seriously.
So all in all, you’re dying for a good cause. Really. And I…I need the practice as well. Farewell, “friend”. I’m sure you will be rewarded on the other side.
With these thoughts running in my head, I raised the slipper in my hand and brought it down with full force. Ha! Now my wife can’t laugh at me for screaming every time I see a cockroach!