The Coloring Page…

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He reached his gray Tundra. Breathing heavily, he put the rifle in a seabag in the bed of the truck, covered it with a tarp and got into the cab. His hands shook as he raced away from the scene.


Sonny reached the ridge just as the Tundra rounded a corner. Behind him, in the rundown building, lay his boss, Terry O’Brady, dead, a large hole where his face used to be.

A few feet away, on a rock, lay a half-done coloring page speckled with drops of red. In bold black Sharpie were the words, “For Alli.”


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PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham


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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, UCF graduate, 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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