Prompt #38 (Write about a coat pocket's contents that could change someone's life)
As I walked slowly up the obnoxiously large path leading to his even more obnoxiously large castle of a house, I fingered the cold steel grips of the small pistol tucked away in my leather pocket. This was it. I could finally make him pay for what he did. After all this time, after all of the grieving, I could finally end my own suffering.
I knocked the door hard, three times as always. I was greeted with a thin-lipped smile, from a man I once called my friend. Without blinking, without breathing, I lifted my hand from my coat. He reached out in unison, expecting a warm handshake from an old friend. But his fake smile was twisted into a sickening grimace as he felt the cold barrel press into his clean shirt. We shared a final look into each others eyes, as we did, I saw a twinkle of fear. Then I blew it out.
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