This is from my horror short story collection ebook: A Visit From the Soul-Eater: A Trove of Horror Stories, Flash and Short. Available on Smashwords.
Short Story: A TALE OF TWO SOULS Part 1
Written by T.C. Harrison
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On a hot and miserable Friday afternoon, five bullets entered twenty-three year old Deangelo Wright’s body as he sat in heavy traffic on I-4. The actions that brought about his death began when a red 2010 Chevy Silverado dangerously jumped right in front of Deangelo’s vehicle. It nearly caused him to slam into the back of the truck, that would have created a deadly chain reaction continuing way past the plus mile line of sardine packed automobiles.
Deangelo had had a good day at work and wasn’t going to let anyone much less this bully of a truck ruin his day. When the opportunity came to move into the next lane he took it and sped by the Silverado, smiling as he went. Unbeknownst to him, this move was the final nail in the coffin for the Chevy driver who was pissed to the nth degree. Who knows exactly what the driver was already angry about, but Deangelo’s move crossed the line. As soon as the traffic began to move again, the driver unleashed their fury upon Deangelo’s vehicle with their semiautomatic pistol. They then sped off, driving into the oncoming summer thunderstorm, leaving behind a dead man who was just trying to make his way home.
Meanwhile, across town in a Huntington styled two bedroom two bath on the seventh floor of the Emerson Plaza Lakeside Luxury Apartments, a man by the name of Alton Casey Irwin died from a brain aneurysm-a subarachnoid hemorrhage to be exact. It all started earlier in the day with a sudden severe headache that lasted several hours. Alton had taken an Advil which he downed with a glass of scotch. He then went about his daily business, which included a round a golf at the Rolling Hills Golf Club in nearby Longwood. Alton was ahead of his friend by two holes when the game came to a stop due to the oncoming thunderstorm.
It was for the best since Alton had come down with a bit of nausea. When he returned home he laid down on his couch and vomited. The vomit that had not reached the floor, stained up his shirt and hands. Its funkiness caused him to vomit even more, and he suddenly became drowsy and confused. His vision was abnormal and his neck stiffened as he lost consciousness for the final time, never to awaken in the world of the living...
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