Last Call

by Sean Costello

see

grasped

Grasped

pulling

Tugging

parked

himself

him

frosting

thought

managed

his daughter

Her

The

angling

In

see

get out of the camper and

plunging

Plunge

Trish

could

knew

chance

find the car and get

his

and

But

nerves

cold

it. But

glimmering like

was waving

Waved

beckoning him

s...

with

He shifted

Lowering The, he said

bore

now

But now

at him,

weeds.

Fringing

off

out

rushing into

feeling

strike

Hitting

up

full

blood

On hisz tongue

Then he had the rifle in his hands and he looked like some terrible blood-drenched Reaper,

the

ground.

Dirt