Another 100 word story. If it's seems weird, read the original post. Original post.
Ein (100 words)
They sent me away, tried to get rid of me, and buried me in the prison they called a bunker.
When the last of our defenses collapsed they begged me to escape, but I couldn't bear it any longer. My country, my struggle, they were all gone.
Now, I was the one who sent them away.
The only person with me was my beloved wife.
We had two pills--and a bullet just to be sure.
With a sip of water, I took out my pistol for the last time.
"Now, there is one less."