Hitman's Lament

Nights were the worst. Caffeine caught up, jittering his limbs, bulging his eyes as raw sewage gushed from metaphoric bowels, untreated memories he thought he’d repressed decades ago.

Bloody flashes and screams kept any rest for the wicked far beyond his grasp.

“I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” He had to laugh.

That would be the day.

 

Thanks for reading,

Milo in medias res

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Comment by Milo James Fowler on November 7, 2011 at 2:38pm

Thanks for reading and commenting!

Comment by Michael Brown on November 6, 2011 at 11:31pm
A one-two punch. Striking in its brevity, and clearly not a cardboard character.
Comment by FlowerChild on November 6, 2011 at 2:29pm
Amazing. I'm simply speechless by the power in such compact writing.
Comment by Sandra Davies on November 6, 2011 at 12:34pm
As always I am open mouthed in admiration at such tight-packed writing - 'untreated memories' indeed.
Comment by Bill Floyd on November 6, 2011 at 12:07pm
Tight, packs a whallop.
Comment by Luke Svasti on November 6, 2011 at 11:17am

i like how you give a voice to the worse in us. nicely done.

 

Comment by Jeanette Cheezum on November 6, 2011 at 6:05am
untreated memories he thought he’d repressed decades ago. Those are feelings best let out, I know these things. Powerful 6!!!
Comment by Gita on November 6, 2011 at 2:46am
Untreated memories as metaphoric sewage...  interesting.
Comment by Joe Gensle on November 6, 2011 at 1:22am
As Toby said, it's an occupational hazard. Well done in such a slim six, Milo
Comment by Toby Tucker Hecht on November 5, 2011 at 9:36pm
It's not a tranquil profession. 

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