The Reflection
I stood there, face to face with the man who'd killed my family, a lousy drunk driver. I'm not sure how long I've been searching. All I know is that I had finally found the bastard that had eluded me for so long.
With gun in hand, pointing at his head, I searched his eyes for signs of remorse, guilt, sorrow. They were cold tombstones, devoid of any life. My hand trembled as I steadied it and pulled the trigger.
The mirror shattered into a thousand pieces, falling like crystallized raindrops down into the sink. And then he was gone.
- Category: Psychological
8 comments add one below
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Christopher almost 9 years ago
Thank you, Drew. I appreciate it. I like your stories I've read so far and look forward to reading them all.
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Christopher almost 9 years ago
Thank you, my dear. I appreciate it, Anna.
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Neville Hunt almost 9 years ago
Terrific! It took me by surprise. I will definitely start following you. Welcome to Drablr Christopher.
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Christopher almost 9 years ago
Thank you very much, Neville, for the welcome and the compliment.
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Liz Milne over 8 years ago
Very nice, love it!
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Christopher over 7 years ago
Thanks, Liz. Sorry I didn't see this comment 10 months ago when you posted it!
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Peter Henderson about 6 years ago
Got me again, marvelous work, I've seen a lot of drabbles but yours are consistently marvelous.
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Christopher over 5 years ago
Thank you, Peter. Sorry for being nine months late with a response. I see you read several of my early drabbles but I must have missed the notifications months ago. Thanks again.
