I am not a killer. My choice, made lifetimes ago.
Once, I raised a stone against my brother. I let him live. It was the right thing to do. Even now, I believe this.
It's hard for Meryl, sometimes, to see what's right in front of her. Not her fault. All I did was ask for a newspaper.
I read the headline, and the fists rain down on me again:
SLAYTER POLO HANGED FOR RAPE, MURDER
"You did the right thing," she says, holding me.
"I know." The paper falls from my hands. So does the stone.
It must be.
Author's Notes
Dueser: The long fic is in the middle of a long rewrite. I hope to have it ready by May or June.
To Dueser, and all who've left reviews, I can't say 'thank you' enough. They have been cold water to a very, verythirsty man.