there can be only one, dream by jeremy.rutman -- June 25, 2017

    I seem to be guilty of some sort of transgression against this fellow. He is shrewd, and has listened to the footsteps of passersby in the rooming house or whatever lodge we seem to be in, to determine who limps or has rocks in their shoes. I am determined somehow to be the guilty or chosen-for-punishment, and during the ensuing fight in which my destruction seems assured i manage to wrest away the pitchfork my adversary carries, and a stab him straight through the neck, pinning him to the wall and ending him in an uncharacteristic (for me) hollywood style finish