The Good Samaritan

by John Marrs

They’ll have called expecting me to be sympathetic towards them and perhaps reassure them everything’s going to be okay in the end. But I’m not that person.

All they have to do is make sure they leave no mention of me or our relationship anywhere. Under no circumstances must they ever write down my name or that of End of the Line, not on a piece of paper or even in the notes section of their phone.

their last breath will sound sweeter to me than any other sound in the world.

I hated closed doors, because closed doors meant secrets and I didn’t like being kept out of secrets.

I once read that if you tell yourself the same thing over and over again, eventually you’ll forget where the truth ends and the fantasy begins.