Good Life

As he handed me the ticket, I noticed the tattoos on his hand. I gulped. This wasn’t going to be a journey like any other I have been on. This was going to be different.

I had finally made a decision after going back and forth a million times. Now I had to stick by what I had done. I had to kill that bastard to escape this abuse.

As he handed me the change, he said, “Have a good day”. I smiled and said, “And a good life.”

4 comments:

mysterious gal said...

This was different and totally creative. Something unlike most fictions i come across.....A bit of on Thought proving and yet worth it! Loved this style and the imaginative streak it leaves to the readers!

Keep writing!

I, Me and Myself said...

dont u knw my reaction to dis already...nywys hope u also have good life..

Yellow Tulip said...

have a safe n sound journey ahead!!...:)..nice one...but y kill?!

Leo said...

say, nice fiction mishka!

i got a bit confused though! :)