for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Wayward and the limit, 77 words.
Me, wayward? Maybe. Deceitful, an evildoer? It has been said.
I pressed my .45 to his forehead.
‘Please, no’ he whimpered. ‘It wasn’t me’.
I believed him but my boss was a sadistic bastard you didn’t argue with. I glanced over my shoulder praying he‘d stand me down. He didn’t.
He nodded, the signal to fire.
Sometimes, disobedience is the honest route. I fired but not at the pitiful victim. No, I turned, then pulled the trigger.