The right method
My shift was over, and I had been doing nothing but think of a way.
A way.
My cowardice was screaming foolishly, but I had already stopped listening to it.
I had asked the boss to use the personal computer that was in the office to do some research through the internet and find out the right method.
The lights in the supermarket were out.
The silence that was surrounding me was almost deafening, and the keys seemed to produce the highest noise.
I googled "kill themselves".
Many results were listed for my query.
My click went to the first result in the search engine list of the results. I was asked to confirm I was over twenty-one to continue. The main page opened. I could see gaudy colours and the image of a doctor who had a stethoscope around her neck. I dare say
