Friday Fictioneers: Scumbag

 

 

Scumbag

 

Ronan watched Zach on the stage. Opening night.

The scumbag was always a charmer. Charmed me out of my pants, into getting the job for him at my father’s company, into falling in love with him. He always was a great actor. He was made for this.

Ronan felt the metal of the gun in his pocket.

He was always so smug. So assured of himself. He wouldn’t be assured with a bullet between his forehead. He wouldn’t be anything.

The performance ended. Ronan left the theatre.

Why didn’t I kill that scumbag who stopped me trusting any other guy?

 

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18 comments on “Friday Fictioneers: Scumbag

  1. neilmacdon says:

    Ronan isn’t totally destroyed then. I’m glad he didn’t kill Zach. That would have finished Ronan off

  2. Dear Lisa,

    Apparently Ronan isn’t a killer.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  3. granonine says:

    He didn’t shoot because he’s a better man than Zach.

  4. Dale says:

    And killing does not serve any purpose in the end. Get over it and move on, Ronan.

  5. DB McNicol says:

    So sad when someone destroys everything….at least Ronan didn’t take that final step of destruction.

    https://dbmcnicol.com/friday-fictioneers-freshly-boxed/

  6. kzmcb says:

    Very emotional piece.

  7. msjadeli says:

    A question I’m sure many have asked — rhetorically, of course 😉

  8. Iain Kelly says:

    Ultimately he will be glad he didn’t go through with it. Hopefully he will meet someone who can change his mind about relationships.

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