Six O'Clock News

E Eric Cockrell Eric Cockrell
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he sat in the parking lot, a Vietnam vet, breathing hard, fog rising in the cold.... across the way two kids were getting ready to raise the flag... just another day.... they'd been married for 30 years. he met her when he was thirty, and she was just sixteen.... now he was over sixty, and his health was bad.... and she'd been fooling around with a man her own age. he just couldnt see, just couldnt believe... nowhere to go. he watched her walk from the building to her car, fumbling with keys. walking up behind her, he called her name... she turned, a look of horror, just a deer caught in the headlights. he pulled the pistol and shot her.... before her body even fell he put the barrel in his mouth, and fired again.... the two kids stopped, flag at about half mast.... sunlight barely piercing the fog.... America dead, two bodies strewn in a parking lot... another feed for the six o'clock news!

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