An Untimely Passing

Slowly Tim shifted his gaze through the crowd, barely able to see the people that had come to say there last farewells through the blizzardy blur.

There were various expressions of pain and sorrow; though he knew his was more contemplative than anything.

They had all seen it coming, he had warned Tony personally, but the man hadn't listened.
He had risked it all.. and lost.
His mouth having finally got the better of him.

Paperclips and pencils, forks and credit cards had all been out of reach at the time but apparently a fruit basket could be just as deadly in a certain assassin's hands when taunted.

With a shameful sigh he shook his head as he patted the casket on his way passing.
That poor banana never stood a chance.


This came from my sisters prompt: Tony and bananas... It wasn't quite what she imagined but she got a laugh.. hope you did too.