Day 214 – Salt – Short Story

“So, this is really how it’s going to end?” He says, looking across the table towards her.

“We both know it’s a waste of our time and effort, we’ve, grown apart.”

“You mean a waste of your time and effort, I don’t see it that way,” he says, fighting back the tears.

“Okay, if that’s how you want to put it, yes, I see it as a waste of my time, you, you don’t put in what is needed, and I, I need someone who is committed, driven, you just don’t seem to care anymore,” she says, nervously smiling as she fidgets with the pen in her hand.

“BULLSHIT! I put in more, more than you ever have, I put everything I am into this, and you, YOU have the audacity to sit here and tell me that I don’t put the yards in, that I am not committed! Take a good hard look at yourself, and then, when you’ve don’t that, come back and tell me I’m not committed.”


“HOW DARE I? HOW DARE YOU!” He yells, jumping to his feet, “When this started out, when this was nothing, only I stood here, I built this, I put in the time, the effort, and now, you want to take it away from me, just like that, well, WELL I WON’T STAND FOR IT!”

“You fail to understand the ramifications of all this, you think, I expected less, you think I expected you to walk away?” She says, pulling a revolver from under the table and aiming it at him.

“So what, you’re going to kill me, in cold blood?”

“Yes,” she says, as she fires the gun, the bullet rips into his chest, and he screams in pain.

“You fucking bitch, I’m going to…” Another two shots rip into him, and his eyes widen as the pain tears through him, then, as another bullet digs into his flesh, burrowing it’s way through his skull, he feels nothing, and drops, lifeless.

“Was that necessary Miss?” another man asks from the doorway.

“Of course it was, if we are going to be all we need to be, to take this world, we need to remove the relics of the past, and strangle this planet for all we can take, our time is now, his, was done.” She says, with a wry smile. “Now, clean up this mess, his smell displeases me.”



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Matthew Tonks

People are surprised when reading Matthew’s stories that he’s a sane forty something year old, happily married, father of one, employed full time and dream of dark disturbing things that any sane person would never even contemplate thinking of. But it's true, he’s toyed with writing for most of his adult life, but has always found the peg a writer must fit into is not the shape he wished to be. His writing can be described as lamenting, long, concussive (yes it smashes you in the head), compulsive, and stuffed with rhythmic communication and violence, let’s not forget the violence. His own opinion on his writing is this, “You see, I don't just want the words to seep into your mind, but into your soul, showing you images of blood and beauty through, volatile language, violence, sex, love and sin. My muse takes different shapes, and every now and then you can see her shining her wicked smile in some of my stories, tempting you with her promises, but ripping your heart out instead.” So have a look, and take a seat in my wayward ride, as you join me while I purge through, this twisted road of madness.

3 thoughts on “Day 214 – Salt – Short Story

    1. Thanks so much, the last few days I haven’t had the time I normally do, and the stories have been somewhat raw, straight from the head without much overthinking, glad you enjoyed it 👍 Hopefully in a week or two things will get back to normal 😳

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