Desperate Decisions

I came out of the office; I had been there a long time contemplating my plan. It was dull and a street lamp flickered on and off in the distance. I sat in my run down green volts wagon where I had been sleeping the last couple of nights. I got into the back seat and started to drink an old bottle of whisky. My idea buzzed around my head ‘kill him, go on, he’s ruined your life’. These thoughts angered me. I looked up in pain and spotted my target. ‘Walking home as usual’ I laughed, half drunk ‘the fool, he thought I would love him, idiot, he’s sick and twisted, he’s wrecked my marriage of thirty years with Margaret. My kids, they’re bound to know. He doesn’t deserve to live’. With a look of anguish and fury I grabbed a rope out of the trunk and raced up behind him, the rope dangling behind my back. As I got closer he recognised my shadow ‘hey, aren’t you driving home, you still have your car don’t you?’ He spoke jokingly as if we were friends ‘What’s wrong’ he said in confusion, ‘is it Margaret?’ When I said nothing he looked deep into my eyes and saw something he didn’t like, he started to run and I chased him. I followed him through the dark alleyways, past the stench of dustbins and into a nearby forest. I could hear panting behind a tree. I knew where he was, he could ...continue