Full Moon, by Bobby Warner

Here is another revenge story in the meanwhile …

Full Moon, by Bobby Warner

Her brothers hired a P. I., and found me. They stiffed me on a deal, so I made mince meat of their sister.

“We’re gonna bury you alive,” they said. “With just enough air so you’ll go mad before you die.”

“Do me a favor,” I said, and they did. Sealed me in a metal box and left a rectangle made from glass cut out of the top, and a hole open to the sky. I wanted to see the moon rise one last time.

A full moon moving across the opening. It’ll soon be gone, and so will I.


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