Monthly Microfiction - May - Redemption

 Redemption

 

    Mark couldn't believe Crystal had agreed to come to the carnival with him. But as she watched him lose every game, he sensed her regret. There was only one game left at the end of the row.

   A race against the clock.

   One last shot at redemption.

   Mark seized the squirt gun, ready to fire. Needles jabbed his hands. Blood, not water, sprayed from the nozzle and hit the target. As the tank filled and the boat rose, his body grew pale and limp. His final thought as he faded from life was he had finally won Crystal her prize.


 

Photo by Sebastian Davenport-Handley on Unsplash

Originally published in Festival of Fear from Black Ink Fiction



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