Five Survive

by Holly Jackson

“Yeah, that sniper won’t know what’s hit him when I slowly charge at him with my Gillette razor.”

Real. 🤣

a pair of scissors, a lighter, a headlamp, a flashlight, spare batteries, a hammer, a screwdriver, duct tape, Scotch tape, vodka and a kitchen knife.

“What if I said you were the right people, in the right place at exactly the right time.”

You couldn’t do that with dead moms, though, rebuild them. They stayed gone.

“Want to know a secret?” Arthur said, his voice dipping into whispers, eyes flashing from behind his glasses. “I think you’re smarter.”

I ship.

“It’s me,” she said, framing each word carefully, choosing the right ones. “I’m the witness.” She paused. “The protected witness, in the Frank Gotti case.”

“My name is Arthur,” he said, pausing, eyes flicking to Red, latching on. “Arthur Gotti.”

I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to protect you. I’m sorry I never got to tell you. I’m sorry I never kissed you.

😭