Love and a .38

By Len du Randt

Love and a .38 is a short story about love and consequences. When a 17 year old boy gets his girlfriend pregnant, he decides that the only way out of his predicament is to commit suicide. Going through with it, however, proves more difficult than thinking about it, and he weighs his options while pondering on the hardest decision in his short life: to pull the trigger or not...?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Len du Randt
• Release date: May 29, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310384134

Len du Randt

I'm a 42-year-old husband and father of three. I live in South Africa and started writing novels as a hobby while working night shifts in Call Centers. To date, I've written 3 Novels: "The Son of Perdition", "The Incubus" and "The Succubus".

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Love and a .38

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Len du Randt

Copyright © 2012 by Len du Randt

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The entire barrel of the snub-nosed .38 Special fits snugly into my mouth and I instinctively lick the cold metal as my teeth clack shut around it. This was supposed to be easy, I remind myself. But it’s not. Thinking about killing yourself turns out to be a great deal easier than actually doing it. All kinds of thoughts creep into your mind; doubts about what would happen if something had to go wrong. I picture myself in a wheelchair fifteen years from now; unable to do anything but let my vegetated body be pushed around by well-meaning family and friends.

I shudder at the thought.

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