The day looked perfect. Serene. The clouds seemingly fluffy marshmallows. The water warm and inviting. Pensive. She knew what she had to do. Rip the bandaid. But that is never as easy as it seems. And the day was so perfect. Her day was photoshopped.

She wondered how she would take the perfect day and turn it bloody. She sighed. It’s hard when you know it’s the beginning of the end. And that a hatchet will be required. Got to breathe in the beautiful air and exhale the nerve agent. It was time.