Dignity

"Are those seriously your choice of last words?"

I pressed my gun against the back of his head. The hairs on his neck bristled.

He caught my eye in the mirror and raised one eyebrow.

If I say anything else, then they won't be my last words any more, will they? Asshole.

Bastard.

I pulled the trigger and blew his brains out through his mouth.

*

'Nice One' Cy paid me off - rather contemptuously, I thought - with a wad of grubby notes that stank of dope.

"There's a 5k bonus if he said anything... interesting..." he offered.

The ring on his pinky was worth more than a man's life.

"Nada, boss. Just the usual whimper and fart before he pissed himself."

Another raised eyebrow. I would have to think about learning semaphore.

He didn't believe me. But you gotta allow a fellow his dignity.