The Man Who Expected to Die – Friday Fictioneers, 3 February 2017

I watched the man cross the street through the glass eye of my high-powered rifle. He wasn't my target; he had nothing to do with me. I was here to kill a killer, not some guy in a faded wool coat. Then he turned his head up towards me; understanding restructured his face. Instead of running, he … Continue reading The Man Who Expected to Die – Friday Fictioneers, 3 February 2017