Remembering Rebecca

PHOTO PROMPT – © Ted Strutz

PHOTO PROMPT – © Ted Strutz

Rebecca  could see good in all the wrong places. That’s why I loved her. That’s why I couldn’t kill her like the others. Even after life went to shit, she had this belief that everything would turn out alright.

When she turned I couldn’t bring myself to put a bullet in her skull. I just couldn’t. I told myself she’d find something good about being a walking corpse. I wasn’t going to take away her happiness. Jed, though, had no problem putting her down right in front of me, so I shot him dead before she even hit the ground.

Written for Friday Fictioneers.

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