A Present to Himself - [Fox Tales #4 Contest Entry]
I'm joining @vermillionfox's writing contest. Below is my entry.
image credit to @vermillionfox
Peter entered his room with a wooden chair in hand. He walked out again and came back with a pen and paper, then dragged the chair in front of a table. He sat slowly and began writing carefully on the paper, making sure every thought flows smoothly. When he reached the end and signed it, he stared at his surrounding and tried hard to think what's missing. After a few minutes it hit him, "Oh, right," bringing a palm to his forehead, "I'm sure is the dumbest person for forgetting that!" Peter walked out again and came back this time with his father's gun. He sat again on the wooden chair, closed his eyes and pointed a gun to his head saying, "Happy Birthday Peter," then the clock ticked midnight and everything went black.
Sorry, I was feeling down today but I hope you'll still like it.
Well that took a turn for the worse.