They deposited every last cent into his account. They sold their homes and gave that money as well. They bid farewell to their loved ones, (the ones they couldn’t convince) and they headed to the bus stop.
He fooled them you know, sold them a lie about heaven and its rewards. He fed on the desperate, the forlorn, and the ones too foolish to see through his scheme.
Once on the bus, they were on their way.
The blast was loud and lit up the night sky. There were no survivors, and no witnesses.
Walking away, he grinned to himself.
this is my entry into this weeks’ Friday Fictioneers.