Flash Shot

The Perfect Man

Henry Wall returned home from work, maintaining his record of never missing a day during his twenty years as an insurance agent. He slipped his umbrella into the small bin near the door, recalling the road rage he'd faced after speeding his car across two lanes to offer a coworker a ride.

Fighting the urge to snoop through his neighbor's mail he was collecting while they were away, Henry headed upstairs.

He emptied his pockets of the lose change he'd shared with panhandlers, downtown, and then kissed the forehead of the drugged woman lying gagged and bound on his bed.

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100 words