Death In The Temple

The temple is no place for killing, but that is where I killed her this morning. I didn't want to take her life but she refused to go. Just leave and you can live, I told her. I even opened the door for her but she just moved farther away. I couldn't use a gun; someone would have heard. No pocketknife handy, and so I had no choice. I stomped her to death with just my shoes. J.R. laughed out loud. He thought it was funny because my feet were moving so fast. There was no humor on my part, strictly business. I only did what needed to be done. Her body went into the trash can so no one would see. She probably only wanted a place to lay her eggs but the world doesn't need any more roaches.