“Monster”, they said. Damn Internet. Zach scoffed and buckled his belt. As always, coffee and a forehead kiss for his daughter before slipping into his truck first, tactical vest second. “Bullshit. I’m just following orders!” He banged the wheel angrily, and finally hit the gas to get to his first immigrant raid of the day.

This 55-word short story was written from the prompt “what makes a man a monster”.

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