
Jim Jupitor is a Bald Man
Outside a wren flew above the large window resting on its ledge with a twig in it’s mouth. No cries echoed out from the gray building, no sound of the hammer as it connected repeatedly against bone. The wren was entirely undisturbed.
Spotlighting
The silence in the night offered no answers and he stopped moving altogether and stared wide eyed out into the darkness. Trying to listen for any sounds. As the silence around him settled in he thought he was just hallucinating. There was no way that was a real thing. He leaned back in the tree stand and looked down at the flashlight. He could only feel it in his hands, but even with the trigger pressed the damn thing would not shine.