The fog blinded his vision. The double barreled gun aimed at the subject, he fired, and missed. Startled and narrowly escaping death, the animal darted into the distance. Solomon was too ancient for this game. He had already caught two rabbits, a small wolf and some type of fox. Not bad, he thought. Slinging the dead animals over his left shoulder, the hunter began the journey home. Solomon quite enjoyed living in the woods. He …showed first 75 words of 835 total…

…showed last 75 words of 835 total…into this premises and his stomach was now rumbling in starvation. Ripping the sheets from his body, Solomon stared down at two definitive stumps where his legs once were. Beside the hospital bed, a vacant steel wheel chair with the initials S.G. tagged onto the bar handle glared at Solomon. Tears trickled down his trembling cheeks, his face now wet in sorrow. Solomon could hear the beast, the beast inside him, insulting his foolishness.