The old man stood at the sink in the bathroom next to the cloth towel machine....
He was 90 years old.. he grinned into the mirror as I was looking on from behind as he said I have Lung Cancer.
Then: Time flashed back to when he had done something really shitty as a young man in the name of some cause somewhere.
He had it all rigged from long ago... planned out... all of his enemies and some of his so called friends... he had laid an elaborate booby trap.... for them... that is why he was smiling.
Why it was absolutely thought out... they should all perish.... but not before being bitten and running from millions and millions of Red Ants... in pursuit... of their fear.
He opened the bathroom stall.. and there he was the old fuck with a single self inflicted gun shot wound to the forehead.
Dead as a door nail... and blood running down...
This triggered the release of the marching red ants... he looked out the buildings windows and there they were riding the rivers.. and streams and creeks to here and there and everywhere...
they touched and tormented everyone....
The old Fucker was smiling even in Death.
His Red Ants were going everywhere by design.
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