Flash Fiction

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you.”

The taste of metal was heavy on his tongue as the gun barrel pressed deeper. His mind raced, retracing the memories of an entire lifetime in seconds. The color of his face bloomed from red to purple as it contorted into a weep. He cried, not from fear of dying, but for finding no adequate reason to give.

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