Done for today’s flash fiction challenge at Terribleminds.
Revenge is sweet, they say. They also say that revenge is a dish best served cold. John paused, head cocked to the side, door to the big chest freezer half closed. Does that mean revenge is ice cream? A man in the freezer squirmed against rope and handcuffs, muffled screams barely making it through the tape gag. John’s eyes narrowed with a fresh wave of rage and he slammed the freezer shut, quickly locking a padlock. No more fixing murder charges for you, he thought as he left the warehouse.