Gently stroking the photo in his hand, he couldn't believe that it was already ten years old. "Should've updated it," he thought as he took in the detail of their faces; his wife; his son.
Whispering to the photo, "I never meant for things to go this way, this wasn't the plan. I only ever wanted to take care of you, to be your rock." Gentle tears roll down his face, "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry."
He kisses the photo and puts it back into his wallet, then his jacket.
"It's too late now," he thinks as he looks over at the body of the man he just shot dead; the man's gun by his hand; his police badge hanging from his neck.
Looking over the scene; the shear terror in the eyes of both customers and bank workers, taking cover as best they can; all staring at him. For a second, he thought it wasn't him they were looking at, but someone else behind him.
A stern voice echoes over the loud speaker from outside, "come out with your hands up."
He takes a slow, deep breath, "it's done."
He stands; he reloads; he charges at the exit.
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From Melbourne, Australia, I love creative writing and food, particularly a good quality cheese or some sort of dairy.
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nice
A very emotional story. Well done!
I'm so glad you showed us the emotional side of him. His family. It made me empathize with him. Loved your story!