Killing a friend

I killed a friend yesterday.

I'd known this person since 1993. I met him because of a creative writing course at Francis Tuttle Technology Center. He'd been a good friend, though always a little strange. He didn't deserve to die, but then life and death seldom play fair. I miss him already.

Fortunately, since he only exists in my fiction, I won't be charged with murder for killing him. Still, considering I can't name a single real friend I knew in 1993 that I still talk to today, I kind of feel li