He held the life insurance policy in his right hand. He looked intently into it. He could hear all her desires and dreams, all her longings booming through the document. He moistened his finger on the tongue and turned the page.
There was no more wine. He kind of wished he had more wine. But it was a good thing there was no more wine. Decisions like these are best served sober. Would they understand? Would she? When all was investigated, when the paperwork settled, would she know what was done for her? Gordon looked at the terms and conditions.
His trademark smile returned. “How simple the solution was.” he thought. “To fulfill a life’s dreams; to give a life purpose… all it would take… is a life.” Gordon breathed. He wished there was more wine.
IT IS DONE. THUS ENDS: The Act of Gordon