"I want you to teach me." “Teach you what?” “To shoot. To fight. I’m going to hunt him.” “You can’t.” “I will.”
“You can’t change what’s coming.” “What’s coming?” With a snap the handcuff on John’s left wrist swings open. Sunlight glitters upon cold steel. “Death.”
The fields are burning. Embers light fires that spread through the corn. Shades of fresh ash billow upward before joining their predecessors upon land stained gray.
(the story of a man and his talking tumor) Part 4: Mike breaks down / Mike gets up