Murder

“This post is written for the 110 Creative Challenge Contest, hosted by Thewhitescape

Murder

My father taught me to despise violence, to despise the provocation of it. But he taught me other things too. And once he was gone, wherever fallen samuraïs go, I learnt from others too.

So when she came to see me, telling me her story, I was faced with a dilemma. As she knelt in front of me, around the low tea table, head bent, awaiting my decision, I thought of my father. I stood up, said to her I would be back. I took my sword, and walked.

So died a rapist, silently without honour.

Honour

4 Comments

  1. I’m in two minds. The mother part of me cheers and says, “Yes!!!”. The Christian part of me thinks how sad that he never had a chance to repent.

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