I make no money from this. The only thing I own is the idea that, I share with my muse.
He said nothing as the coffin was lowered into the ground.
He said nothing to her as he watched her walk away.
He said nothing as he poured himself a drink.
Sitting in his small apartment he watched the ice melt in his untouched drink.
He is somewhat startled when his personal cell rings, annoyed he answers with one word.
"Shalom." It comes out some what harshly as he tried to reign in his temper.
"Do you wish to join me on a hunt?" The calm voice asks.
"Why do you wish to do this my friend?"
" To give her peace, is the only answer I can give you."
"Can you get away?"
"I have suddenly come down with the flu. As you know I can not work with my damaged lungs if I am sick."
"There is no way of telling how long it will take us."
"The flu has been known to linger."
"You have convinced me my friend. Where shall we meet Tony."
"Well Malachi you can start by opening your door the pizza is getting cold and the beer is getting hot."