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If today was your last day (standard:adventure, 995 words) | |||
Author: Rich Eubanks | Added: Mar 26 2009 | Views/Reads: 4123/2376 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
This is a story written for a contest. The contest was to write, less than 1000 words, a story relating to the song by Nickleback. | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story John opened his notebook one last time and looked at the address of the candidate for this particular part of the world. How odd, he thought to himself, that it would be so conveniently close. Two blocks, maybe three. John reached down and picked up the envelope and placed it in his jacket pocket. The envelope was just large enough that it didn't go quite in and was obvious to anyone looking at him. Inside, John knew, were pamphlets from the top research institutions currently doing AIDs research. As John stepped into the street he noticed the first hints of light in the east. He smiled, stepped out to the middle of the street, and just stood there for almost thirty minutes watching as the sky began to change from the dark he'd learned to appreciate for it's ability to conceal, to light. A light that he'd almost forgotten how beautiful could actually be. More than just light, but colors, beautiful colors, colors so long forgotten. ‘Not a bad last sunrise.' John smiled as he thought, then the smile diminished as he also thought that he'd need to forego his last sunset. It was almost too easy. The guards were drinking coffee and his target had come out to enjoy the beautiful morning with them. Watching the group it was difficult to comprehend that one of them was one of the wealthiest men in the world. John knew exactly how close he needed to be and walked, quickly, if casually to the desired location. Without any hesitation, or warning of any kind, John opened his jacket, let the short rifle snap into his well trained hands, and fired the perfect shot. John knew it was senseless to run. He smiled at his executioners and felt the first invasion of his body. He smiled as he thought of his dear friend and wondered if his friend was here, waiting to welcome him into some unknown domain. John kept smiling as he felt other, more rapid, invasions of his body. Had his existence here counted? He pondered that last question as his pain turned to darkness. Tweet
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