My time spent with little Margo was such a delight. A little girl who expressed the totality of feminine childhood innocence in her every move. Her countless expressions of amazement, curiosity, joy, and disappointment moved me to no end.
Then there was little Tommy. That boy, only seven years old, but with such innate character and courage. Tommy confided his goal to become an Astronaut.
“I missed my true calling; I should have become a teacher.”
Two women entered his dark, lonely room, placing a plastic bag tightly over his head.
“But I love kids!” he cried with his final breaths.
A fine cautionary tale of revenge. A lot of story packed into a mere 101 words!
leaves one thinking