There comes a moment in all our lives when we sit back and do a mental inventory. We, in essence, see our lives flash before our eyes. Parson Slang was taking that mental inventory as he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting, a box of shells beside him and hands within reach of a shotgun that would end a human life. He hoped it wouldn't come to that. The deal is done once the body goes cold. There was no turning back …
Parson was, at one point in time, a warehouse worker. A simple day to d...
Published on November 02, 2014 15:00