H
e used to love the thrill of the hunt, the subtle almost sensual selection of the prey, the intense anticipation during the stalk, the focus and clarity of thought immediately prior to the fatal act and the sweet surrender of all his faculties to the inevitable act of violence.
Sadly these were just distant memories, lately the hunt had lost its edge and the prey seemed dour and unworthy of his attention. He found himself wandering listlessly looking for someone or something more Continue reading










