AUTUMN. What a beautiful word. Say it to yourself, Notice the way it moves in
your mouth. Autumn. Taste it now. Think about Autumn. How the leaves fall from the trees, the lazy way they meander on their
way down, desperately trying to prolong their suicidal flight, to postpone that inevitable moment when they must
hit the ground. Yet how they must savor that excruciating sensation of freefallÂ… Why else would they don those brilliant kamikaze colors? Have you never heard the way leaves sigh in ecstasy when the wind picks them up to fly
once more in the lead-hued sky?
Autumn. It kicks the shit out of Winter any day of the week.
Genesis
He quickly peeled it and cracked it open. He soon began drinking, straight from
the container. Five, six, maybe seven long gulps. He took a deep breath and moved back over to the table. Keys.
Bullets; .38 calibersÂ…
