By Bud Koenemund
A 100 Word Story
He started, sensing
a presence behind him.
“There aren’t
many people who can sneak up on me,” he reflected.
“I didn’t,” the
form replied, quietly. “I’ve followed you for a long time; since your very beginning,
in fact. And, waited patiently.”
“I was a good
man… once,” he whispered, as realization dawned. “After I was broken, it just became
too painful to care.”
“Life is often
that way,” the figure offered. “But, I am not here to judge; only to collect
the debt each man must pay.”
Examining his own
body on the ground, he nodded; then turned to follow.
