The sun had drawn lines of fire across the floor, peeking through cracks widened and some jagged edges splintered by uncertain force- now, they finally faded, and the distant cries of children slipped away for the evening to make way for the uncertain spray of noise in the distance ( Read more... )

The metal of the gun which he gripped in his hands was cool, though it wouldn't remain that way for long. Firearms were a necessary evil. If a man was lucky, he wouldn't ever have to pull the trigger on anyone, would live a full life without knowing how gunpowder smelled or the way that a gun came to life after a shot fired, surface hot to the ( Read more... )