He Was Evil
The two of us were sent to this rocky moon to live out the rest of our lives. They didn’t understand the man I was sent with was my mortal enemy. He was evil.
They told us that if we worked together we could both eke out a comfortable existence, but alone we would die within a couple of years, at most.
As soon as we were left on the surface of this moon, I immediately attacked him by punching him repeatedly in the face until he collapsed. I then staved his head in with a rock.
They didn’t understand. He was evil.
This came to me while doing the dishes. I guess the narrator didn’t understand irony…
©️2022 Joanne Fisher