The Debt is Paid

    As I set in the metal chair in front of the window realizing everything has finally caught up with me. They will come for me. The only light in the room is that of a bent blind from the window overlooking an alley filled with trash.  

      Silence overtakes the room as the sound of slow steps from the hallway destract me from my thoughts. The steps are getting closer. Whoever it is, is wearing loud shoes. Amateurs! Crooked politicians and cover ups are going to get me killed.

    The steps reach the door and stop. As the knob turns slowly, I take steady aim, ready for what awaits. The door swings open, the light from the open door is like a spotlight hindering my vision. Two shots at center mass. I hear the thud of their weapon hit the hardwood floor. The figure slowly hits their knees, falling face forward. I reach and turn over the limp body, this cannot be, the body is me.