Deadly Questions…

“I call it, ‘Quicksilver’.” he raised his hands above his head and spread them out in front of him. “It’s going to be the next greatest thing. Everyone will want one!” His exuberance infectious.

“Yeah, but… what does it do?” the reporter asked.

“What? What does it do?! Here, let me show you.” He said, then shot the reporter in the head.

“So, any other questions?”

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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

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