By Michelle Vongkaysone
She smiled.
They lay upon plastic chairs, bodies mangled, blood spilled on tiled floor. Fresh copper perfumed still air.
She could reset their minds to before. No one’d have to know.
A shotgun lay in her bony grasp. Warm metal soothed her spirit, still raging and glad.
She contemplated her options, to let them stay and suffer, or die mercifully.
The room returned to its former state. All came to came to life, none the wiser, bearing heavy anguish. She soon departed from their sight.
Until next time, they could stay.
Amaze, and suffer. That was good enough.
She smiled again.
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