Lifeline

Things had been bad: misfortune compounding until he just couldn’t face going home. He’d stopped the car near a wooded area; pulled a handgun out of the glove compartment; and started walking, not even bothering to lock up.

Struggling through ground cover, not worrying about the poison ivy, Billy eventually happened upon a path. He followed it, wanting to ensure he was out of earshot, lest he somehow fluff it and be saved.

The revelation of his resolution brought him to a halt and heightened his senses. The colours of the foliage throbbed like an LSD trip, contrarily grounding him.

From Guest Contributor Perry McDaid