Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Eighty-Nine

The bad news was delivered by a harassed young doctor in shirtsleeves.

It looked like she was going to have to to manage on her own. Even a hospice bed to die in was unlikely.

She reviewed her measly options in a snaking bus queue, hardly noticing the mugger until a hand grabbed her.

“Money,” he demanded.

She took the pistol out of her pocket and shot him between the eyes.

As she waited for the police, she had leisure to think that the end of life care in prison had to be better than what she could expect outside…

©️jj 2018

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