If today was your last day (standard:adventure, 995 words)
Author: Rich Eubanks	Added: Mar 26 2009	Views/Reads: 3895/2228	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is a story written for a contest. The contest was to write, less than 1000 words, a story relating to the song by Nickleback.

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John opened his notebook one last time and looked at the address of the
candidate for this particular part of the world.  How odd, he thought 
to himself, that it would be so conveniently close.  Two blocks, maybe 
three. 

John reached down and picked up the envelope and placed it in his jacket
pocket.  The envelope was just large enough that it didn't go quite in 
and was obvious to anyone looking at him. 

Inside, John knew, were pamphlets from the top research institutions
currently doing AIDs research. 

As John stepped into the street he noticed the first hints of light in
the east.  He smiled, stepped out to the middle of the street, and just 
stood there for almost thirty minutes watching as the sky began to 
change from the dark he'd learned to appreciate for it's ability to 
conceal, to light.  A light that he'd almost forgotten how beautiful 
could actually be.  More than just light, but colors, beautiful colors, 
colors so long forgotten. 

‘Not a bad last sunrise.'  John smiled as he thought, then the smile
diminished as he also thought that he'd need to forego his last sunset. 


It was almost too easy.  The guards were drinking coffee and his target
had come out to enjoy the beautiful morning with them.  Watching the 
group it was difficult to comprehend that one of them was one of the 
wealthiest men in the world. 

John knew exactly how close he needed to be and walked, quickly, if
casually to the desired location.  Without any hesitation, or warning 
of any kind, John opened his jacket, let the short rifle snap into his 
well trained hands, and fired the perfect shot. 

John knew it was senseless to run.  He smiled at his executioners and
felt the first invasion of his body.  He smiled as he thought of his 
dear friend and wondered if his friend was here, waiting to welcome him 
into some unknown domain. 

John kept smiling as he felt other, more rapid, invasions of his body. 

Had his existence here counted?  He pondered that last question as his
pain turned to darkness. 


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