They gave no choice to those they came to save. Once the life expectancy date was labeled on a dying man’s file, they were there, knocking at the door to relieve him of his final days of misery (or happiness). And there was no denying them.
They came with their needles. And they left in sudden silence.
They call it mercy. But murder is a far better word.
I really like this drabble. Even though it's kinda creepy... It's really well done.. :D
ReplyDeleteWow. This deserves to be part of your NaNo novel. It better be. Or I might steal it. :)
ReplyDeleteah! don't steal it!
ReplyDeleteit doesn't fit in my nano novel, but don't worry, I will write it :)