Cigarette smoke from the corner. A constant buzzing in his head. Time was clicking away. Tick. tock. Tick. tock. A tortured cry.

He gulped as he looked at those red eyes. Then trembled when he faced his wife and son. The tension tortured him. He raised the gun with a shaking hand.

He could hear the policeman’s booming voice outside. The squad car’s headlights illuminated their house. The man puffing the cigarette grew impatient.

“Please …,” his wife pleaded.

 He pulled the trigger.

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