A singular venture?

‘What’s his story?’ Joyner asked.

The man was sitting on a veranda, a gun resting in his lap, his gaze a thousand yard stare.

‘He was meant to take a bullet for the President.  Instead he leapt for cover.  They buried another agent three days later.’

‘He looks like a powder keg waiting to go off; go on a spree or blow his own brains.’

‘He couldn’t take a bullet for the President; he can’t take one now.  He’s alive but he can’t live with himself.  Spends all day trying to solve that conundrum.  I figure it’s a singular venture.’



A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.