I put a bullet in his head.

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Copyright © 2016, Michael M Wayman

“You've had plenty of warnings. No more warnings – you've got to go – you've got to leave us.”

He laughed. “You'll never get rid of me.” He turned to look outside.

I put one shot into the back of his head – the clean-up crew took the body for burial.

The committee had given him warnings – warnings for not doing any work, warnings for stealing alcohol and drugs, and two warnings for molesting children. The committee had decided – he had to leave. The committee wanted him out of the group.

Everybody hated him or worse – he was a layabout, a drunkard, a druggie and a child abuser. He was a wrong'un.

It was my job as elected chief of the committee to arrange his leaving. I told him to go, he refused, I put a bullet in his head.