Passive Aggressive
Gavinangst drabble drabble. PG-13 but in a 'oh shit executions' kind of way.
They slip the needle into his arm. He doesn’t flinch. He just stares, right into his brother’s eyes.
He sits in the other side of the glass, a spiky-haired attorney holding tight to his arm. He looks right back.
The warden looks down at him with boredom in his eyes. He asks if he has any last words.
He looks into his brother’s eyes and says ‘no.’
Everything’s already been said.
They slip the needle into his arm. He doesn’t flinch. He just stares, right into his brother’s eyes.
He sits in the other side of the glass, a spiky-haired attorney holding tight to his arm. He looks right back.
The warden looks down at him with boredom in his eyes. He asks if he has any last words.
He looks into his brother’s eyes and says ‘no.’
Everything’s already been said.