(hopefully this stays by the prompt! I don’t know the actual motive, I was just writing to be writing, enjoy!:))

Story:

James Burnham, the supposedly dead man who was just announced nationwide by the news reporters, was watching the TV with a smirk plastered on his face, in the comfort of his cabin that was in a secluded wooden area that no one goes, casually sipping his freshly poured coffee, taking in the bitter yet sweet taste, his feet on the coffee table, crossed at the ankle as he was lounged back in the pillowy soft cushions of the sofa.

Those fools…

They think a single gunshot to the abdomen can really get him down that easily…? Ha! No, of course it wouldn’t.

It was all fake, and everyone was too gullible to realize the lie that was right under their noses.

Then, after watching the news for a couple of minutes, James’s roommate approached, his footsteps soft against the carpeted ground as he walked in the hallway.

“And here I thought that plan would backfire in two seconds flat,” the roommate teased as he came into the dimly lit living room, leaning against a nearby wall, his arms crossed in-front of his chest as he looked over at his roommate, James.

James tore his attention away from the TV and looked over at the roommate.

“It actually worked! They all believed it…I told you to have some faith in me. ” James said, chuckling, gesturing to the TV.

The roommate chuckled and rolled his eyes, glancing at the TV. “Yeah. Yeah. I know i should’ve.” He said, patting James’s back, he gave a quick smile.

James’s face then broke into a triumphant grin…the roommate was impressed that the usual businessman could pull off a scheme like this…

But surprisingly he did…

Now the question is…

How long will it be till the truth is out?

(Hopefully this is okay! I enjoyed writing this:) tips and suggestions are appreciated!❤️)