"YOU BRUTE! YOU ANIMAL! YOU KILLED HER!"
My dear, sweet, doe-eyed wife laid in front of me. Life that once reflected from them had vanished. Time really does make a difference, they said this would be the happiest day of my life but they were wrong.
I glared at him, such a disgrace he was. I just met him today and that was enough for me to decide his fate. I reached to aim at him with my 45. My nostrils flared with anguish and hate. he killed my wife, I let the thought claim place in my head. And he thinks he'd be accepted into life like that? Oh no. . .he's wrong. Deadly wrong.
He began to open his mouth to speak but I could smell his fear. Gibberish and useless whimpers escaped him. This time I put the end of my 45 on his forehead. As if he could tell what would follow he began to yells in fastidious screeches that infuriated a deeper inferno within me, could he not shut up?!
At that the tension broke, I let go of the trigger a and with a good blow the brute that killed my wife was dead. I will never understand why they love them, those hideous things. He never said anything worth my short time meeting him but then again, he was only born a few minutes ago.
* This story was inspired by a short story I read online once.
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