All Kinds of Things Kill
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“I’m sorry!” sobbed Timothy. “I’m sorry I didn’t try harder. I’m sorry I didn’t say more. I’m sorry I didn’t do anything to help you! I’m sorry!”
Timothy fell into sobbing, mumbling “I’m sorry” over and over again.
Aaron’s body shook. He doubled over. His back clenched and his mouth opened. A torrent of water raged out. More water than he could have ever drunk. Aaron groaned as the water turned black, then red. Blood, black gunk and water poured out of him. It coursed across the yard, surrounding Timothy.
Aaron twitched and heaved. Chunks of flesh fell out of him with the water. Organs spilled from his mouth. He jerked twice more, then fell forward into the bloody marsh he'd made. He was still.
Timothy sobbed into the wet grass. And when the cops found him half an hour later, he was still saying he was sorry.
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