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Short Fiction/Death/Murder
Death For The Preacher Man
Judgment Day
Kade drives while Bubba controls the unworthy passenger with a 45 to his temple. The Preacher Man is blindfolded asking questions.
“Where are y’all taking me? I’m a man of God.” He said.
Kade pulls to a stop as the road ends. He looks at Bubba through the rearview. As soon as their eyes meet, the cousins burst into laughter.
“Can you believe this nigga? Motherfucker gets dragged from a trap house in bed with another woman and he calls himself a man of God.” Kade said.
Bubba shakes his head in disbelief.
“You told me to stay away from your daughter. If I remember correctly. Your exact words were. I know people that will hurt you. My baby girl deserves someone better than some poor black bastard from the Projects.”
“Well, Mr. Johnson, somewhere in the Bible there is a line by Jesus that says judge not lest ye be not judged. Do you remember that verse, Preacher Man?”
“Bubba, get his sorry ass out of the car.”
The unlikely threesome stands at the road’s edge.
“Today, you motherless prick is your judgment day.”
