The Good Samaritan

by John Marrs

For me, by really knowing what makes a candidate tick, their last breath will sound sweeter to me than any other sound in the world.

The house had everything a family could need with the exception of love.

‘I want you to tell me why you manipulate vulnerable people and what you get out of it,’ he responded.

A never-ending circle of shittery.

You’ll never know how the beauty of death equals the beauty of birth,