TALES TOLD AT MARITES CANTEEN

Two nights ago… “…. If I become the death” he paused grasping his breath, “… the destroyer of this Universe. So be it, it is done then” He turned his back to her He cut her off, bitterly “I’ll rip it apart if I have to...” Looked at the woman one last time “…I’m done being nice…” his voice dropped a notch, almost a whisper, … and I’ll be with Patricia and the kids again” The floor shuddered, the building groaned, and the explosion…