The Death of a Lone Gunman

THE DEATH OF A LONE GUNMAN

The gunman feels his weapon. He feels the death of his victims. He feels their blood. He feels their screams. He feels their pain. He stands amidst the carnage and crying wounded. He is horrified at his hatred.

He cries out; “I am Death! Satan is my father!” Then he snarls at his victims, shuts his eyes, holds his gun against his face, and pulls the trigger.

L.A. STEEL