He’s Gone To Far

He has gone to far, Reggie thought. McNamara really did it. Reggie swiped his AllSaints leathers off the bed next to his. Jacket on. Check my phone. Nothing, Phshhh.

No way this end pretty. I can't let him do that.

Grab some happy-puff cereal. It was on sale. Children's smiles stare back from the box.

The tinkling sound of cereal hitting the bowl, and the splash of milk on top.

I'm not hungry.

No way this ends pretty.

Grab my phone. I'll be a wanted man for this. No way he lets me go after this. I can't let McNamara do this. He looks back at the joy in the faces on the box.

The phone line rings.

It rings a second time.

Maybe I should stop, I can walk away.

"Hello 911, what is your emergency." says a voice on the other side of a screen.

"This is Reggie O'Cain. I'm turning myself in, and reporting a planned triple murder."