lucyfur1987

It was the kind of afternoon that held the promise of clear skies in the very near future. It wasn't raining, but it sure wasn't cheerful. For one particular older gentleman, the weather made no difference to the feeling of seclusion he had felt on his small holding. There wasn't much to it, just some maze fields and a small farmhouse that hasn't seen a fresh coat of paint since the day it was erected. Or so it seemed. But this was home to Frederick Hierse, and today his home will receive some long overdue love and care. Mr Hierse no longer had the blood of a laboring man pumping through his aged arteries, so it seemed as if fate had had enou

I nervously check the rounds of my .22 magnum. Not the size gun I was going for, but it’s all I could lay my hands on in such short notice. The upside is that it’s easily concealable. At least that’s what the hook up told me anyway. I asked him what the best piece for this particular type of job would be. “The one ya got on ya at the time”.   Eight rounds. I have eight rounds to make this work. Now if only I had a goddamn clue as to what I’m doing. No…can’t think that way. Can’t afford to. You know exactly what you’re doing because you have to know exactly what you’re doing. T