Enpiercèd (A Short Story)

Tomato Surprise

My latest prey does not see me trailing his shadow. None of them ever do.

I’ve already shot him. Just once, through the small of his back. Now every step he takes seems to pain him. His heavy exhalations punctate the evening; he bares his gritted teeth at the moon and moans for all to hear.

My fingers twitch with anticipation. I've been tracking him down …