He squeezed his eyes tight, shaking off the voices inside his head.
“Don’t do it!” “This is wrong!” “Think of the damage you’ll cause!”
Damage? His own voice roared, towered over them. Did they think of the damage they caused to my life when they fired me for no reason? It’s just the building entrance. I’ll just scare the owners! Hate, resentment rationalized what he was about to do, smothering the voices.
He pushed down the trigger. A voice echoed outside his head.
His son and wife waved at him across the street before the bomb blew them off.