by Judy Johannsen
The room was dark but she could see the faint glow of the street light through the linen blinds covering the window. Her eyes were restless and lacking human warmth as she brought the gun to her head. Years of chasing a dream had now come to a close. Although pain was inevitable, she felt joy. Her heart beat intensely as she pushed the gun harder against her temple. She took a deep breath and slowly began to pull the trigger back...
Judy Johannsen lives in Nebraska. She works outside - alone all day - and cannot stop her mind from producing thoughts.