“Just one bullet. That’s all I need,” chuckled Mark as he took another swig of brandy.
Since making the decision to kill himself, he’d planned on how to take down his oppressors at the same time. No spraying-bullets-at-the-office scene…no siree!
He patted his trusted camera lovingly. Oh yes- by the time they found him, and the pictures and videos came online, chaos would have unfolded. Divorces, suicides, sackings. ..they were all on the way…and the bastards deserved it.
Those who’d f***ed him, he was going to f*** twice as hard.
Picking up his phone he hit ‘SEND’ and slowly raised the gun.

©Vivian Zems

Friday Fiction with Rochelle
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