PHOTO PROMPT ©Douglas M. MacIlroy
The six feet giant was sweating nervously as half painted project stared him in his face.
He wondered how would he defend himself. It was an opportunity to prove himself. He had failed the little one. As he lit his cigar, big daddy thought “any moment now’.
The phone rang; a squeaky voice demanded, “How much is done?” Shivering the big guy tried to sound confident, unaware that his voice would betray him “2 continents…but …”
“tut-tut… disappointed.” The line went dead on the other side.
With shaky hands, he took out the revolver and pulled the trigger inside his mouth.
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