My father was a marksman. He taught me to inhale the morning air before entering the forest, to stand down wind from a pack of deer, to exhale when squeezing the trigger. I wonder what this fawn had been taught about breathing, if these last breaths were in the curriculum.
Nick Castine is a writer based in Northern Massachusetts who has a car that has climbed Mount Washington and is the proud parent of an honor student.
oof. took my breath away…
Well done. Good job
Weapons are sad. Just tools, but sad.