I was going through my Facebook feed when a friend of mine posted this picture. It freaked me out.
Truth be told, it was her husband. I’ve met her husband. Nice guy. Does NOT look like a guy who is coming to your door to kill you.
To me it looked like a cry for help.
“This is the last fucking thing I see before someone put a bullet between my eyes. Find out who he is! Avenge me!”
And that thought and that image haunted me so bad that I had to write about it.
Ladies and gentlemen, attached to this post is the first draft of the first short story I have written in over 2 years. Maybe 3. And it took the scary picture of my friend’s husband to do it.
I hope you enjoy it.