Post 1467. Wednesday March 1
Three Word Wednesday
My parents always said I was naughty. Looking back, I admit I was a difficult child. I would consider myself to have been mischievous. But then mischievous to one, is naughty to another. And naughty to some is wicked to others. Disobedient? Perhaps. But if you know you are right, then why do what you are told?
‘Please don't’ he whimpered as he gazed at the barrel of my 45. ‘I did nothing wrong’.
I don't know why but I believed him. The pathetic creature quaked as I pressed my weapon to his forehead. I quaked too, for as 'mischievous' as he was, I couldn't bring myself to do something I didn't believe in. I was however, certain that my boss was an evil manipulative and sadistic bastard who would do anything to get his way. I looked over my shoulder at him, praying he would stand me down. He didn't. He nodded; the signal for me to fire.
There are times when disobedience is the honest route. I fired but not at the pitiful victim. No, I turned one hundred and eighty degrees, then pulled the trigger.
For Three Word Wednesday where the given words are mischievous, nod and disobedience.