He inserted the glittering knife at his wrist, and began slicing up the length of his arm. It was a ghastly affair, what with the blood spurting all over his bathroom.
When the deed was done, he set down the knife and lifted the glass of whisky. Calmly, he drew at the cold drink. Danforth had really thought this one through. He had purchased strike-anywhere matches, so he could light a final cigarette with his one good hand. Rather depressingly, he had left both the cigarettes and matches on his nightstand.
Several hours later, the sunlight streamed in through the frosted bathroom window. His shadow fell across the scene. They complimented each other: the red and black, contrasting the utter white of his skin.
His guardian angel rose from where he had been sitting next to him, and shook his head, all four faces frowning. He had a lot of paperwork to complete back at the office.
End
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