They were laughing at me, I knew it. I brushed the sweat off of my brow and looked forward at the tall looming steeple that had haunted my dreams for the better part of a year. I could see their false angelic faces staring back at me, mocking me, waiting to see if I would complete my mission. ~excerpt from short story
"Gunman Slays 4 At Texas Church, Then Kills Self,"
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2006
, Article 11.
Available at: http://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2006/iss1/11