He wanted her job and it would be easy enough to arrange that now she was taken out of the way. It was an easy job, he deserved it. It was one where people were still paid for being present and most of the activities in their lives we're brought by joining demonstrations, shouting their protests while in the meanwhile they yelled at policemen and other caretakers.
He had watched her on television and followed her during the past year. She wasn't unfamiliar to him although most seemed to have forgotten about the slurry. He had identified her immediately as he visited the school's reunion.
The woman doting on her children across the room was still recognizable as the bully from her high school. Mrs. Hypocrisy, the queen of the prompt and the most revolting person on earth. How could people be so blind not to see right through her! Those poor, poor children.
By the time he was done, she was in hysterics but why should he care? She never cared about his feelings or how the others felt. Not one single minute she had left them alone. She enjoyed what she did. Peace was the only thing he had longed for all those years and that was what he gave her children. Peace at last.
As the prison gate closed behind him, he saw someone waiting for him...
I can not tell anything about this story. I had no idea what to write about and for the first 4 parts, I used about 20 prompts generated and a plot which I not used.
Grammarly ran
Device: mobile phone
Prompts for this story
Here's a bad girl like the one you described in one of your diaries. Mrs. Hypocrisy looks like the girl who invited you to her party and asked for the gifts she wanted you to give her.