Our Father

Our father who art in heaven… It’s very chilly outside, the 3am air isn’t making things any better.  It’s January for Christ’s sake! Shouldn’t be this cold. Damn global warming!  The metal of the pistol feels like an ice block  in my hands. I pull out some woolen mittens from my jacket put them on.... Continue Reading →

FINITO!

The whole place was shrouded with darkness. Mustiness lingered in the air; it smelt of death and decay; crushed hopes and dreams.

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