Sometimes a thing needed opening before closure was found.

some things are better off back in the past. Where they belong.

Ever since I was twelve, I dreamed of being an author. I just never had the fortitude to see any of my stories through to completion. I would start a book, get a few chapters in, and grow bored or get distracted by something else.

He’d only ever seen a gun once, a smaller one on the hip of that old deputy, a gun he’d always figured was more for show. He stuffed a fistful of deadly rounds in his pocket, thinking how each one could end an individual life, and understanding why such things were forbidden. Killing a man should be harder than waving a length of pipe in their direction. It should take long enough for one’s conscience to get in the way.

Killing a man should be harder than waving a length of pipe in their direction. It should take long enough for one's conscience to get in the way.

Sometimes a thing needed opening before closure was found.

It was a sad loss, this illusion of importance, a humbling blow.