Assassins Anonymous

by Rob Hart

“I still wonder what her head would look like sitting in my fridge with an apple crammed in her mouth, but the important thing is, it’s still on her shoulders, right?”

It’s only now I realize I’m not alone; there’s an old man in the elevator wearing khakis and a polo, with sunglasses and a bucket hat on his head. White, definitely American, with that kind of terrified wonder you see in people from the Midwest.

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‘And I looked, and behold a pale horse, and his name that sat on him was Death.’

“The difference between humility and humiliation is willingness,” Kenji says. “Ultimately, it’s not for them. It’s for me.”

There’s something else. This feeling I never really felt before. So brand new it took me time to feel out the edges and find a definition for it. I’m afraid.

The only thing I know for sure in this moment is: I can’t kill myself now. What would happen to the cat?

“You don’t need to know why you’re here,” she says. “You just need to be here.”