The night was completely dark, and in the forest she was only too aware of how poor her eyesight in the dark was. What little light there was contorted the shapes of the trees that barred off the sky and turned the maze into a surreal, abstract nightmare. There was no telling which way to turn, and at a time like this the only sounds came from unseen creatures that shifted through the shadows, invisible. Her breath caught in her throat when it seemed to choke the air's passage, and her heart… Continue

Following the death of hobo Bob, a nightmare ensued. His killer was deemed clinically insane and would rant, eyes wide with unmistakable terror, about seeing the homeless man wherever he went, following, with a shotgun in hand sometimes, or the occasional slingshot. The hobo would have a maniacal glint to his shadowed eyes; apparently the figure's large eyebrows were a prominent feature on the landscape of his face with deep valleys below. And the hobo would spread two mangled goose wings,… Continue

Gloom, like a twisted, suffocating blanket, was draped over the bleak sunset glow, muffling the light and beauty like the an eternal layer of smog. A sick injustice had been done and could never be reversed.

To hunt, simply to survive; he was shot for it. Even if he had been hunting geese in the city--Who cared for them anyway?--there was no justification for the police to seek.

Bob the goose slayer was dead, and his fellow hoboes would have their revenge...