“I was born depressed and carried that weight on my shoulders every day,” I told the man with the gun. “Never seriously depressed, just never normal either. After sixty-five years, I am damn sick and tired of it.”
“Shut up and give me your wallet!” the brute barked.
“Fair warning. I have nothing to lose.”
I slipped my boot off my right foot and threw it at his forehead just as he fired his gun. I felt the round penetrate my chest, but before losing consciousness, I saw him fall backward onto the tracks in front of the speeding subway.
Win-win.
This was quite a nice read. Sad and funny at the same time. Atleast to me .
Wow. Great ending. Well done.
Ingenious!