Flash Fiction

After many of several years working for the clampdown Art Kohler finally decided. He had wasted too much time speeding the sword of destruction and not enough imbibing from the chalice of honesty.

Today would be his last.

He tried not to smile too much as he walked from the building.

As he reached his home domicile he found three of his juniors waiting. They smiled broadly. Art’s world shifted sideways almost imperceptibly. He died there and then but was killed latter while the three juniors fought violently to take his place, and would, time given, suffer the same fate.