(Author's Note - submitted for @The_Weekend_Write-Inprompt ''save''. I actually wrote this back in 2015 for a drabble challenge - I can't remember which one, lol, but it seemed to fit this new prompt. Word count 100)

I stopped for the traffic lights and glanced down at the automatic weapon lying on the seat next to me. Was I going to use it? I still hadn't decided. I pictured the sanctimonious look on Havers' face as he told me I'd been let go, that the new owner wanted someone younger. Havers deserved to die, but was I a killer?

There was an icecream truck parked on the other side of the crossing. The contrast between such innocent pleasure and my thoughts, shocked me. I palmed a coin. Heads, he dies today...

I drove away, eating my icecream.