Klepto's Confession

Seesaw met me in a café, no mask, plainclothes, smiling real pleasant. “Who do you need me to take care of?”

Deep breath. “I’d like to put a hit on myself.”

Her smile wiped away, and I explained all of it: my recklessness, my bastard babies, even the wish that was responsible for their existence, and the wife I never married who died without her candy apple hair. “I just want it to end.”

Silence.

Then Seesaw stood. “I told you, I don’t kill good people.”

“I ain’t a good person.”

She was crying. “Well, I don’t kill my friends.”