Last Weeks FFF – Two Shots of Whiskey, and a Splash of Death
Henry sat behind the solid oak desk in his office. He stroked the finish, thinking about how he would miss it. He was piling his personal effects into a box, when a rap came at his door. His secretary had already been given her severance, and left while he tied up the loose ends of the business. He didn’t know who had come knocking.
“Come in,” Henry said.
Jimmy appeared. At thirty one, he was twenty years younger than Henry, but had a lifetime of troubles. Continue reading