Chapter 1: This Anit That!
(1-2)
An older man sits comfortably on the porch of his country home, facing the road.
He does not turn towards the figure, though he can see the man approaching the darkened porch front.
Trees surround the man’s house, and its dull green and brown paint provides shade and concealment for unexpected visitors.
He needed the shade and camouflage for his glistening shotgun leaning on the house.
He continues to evenly rock his chair, gazing at the sun-scorched distant road.
As the man rocks in his chair, the legs almost kiss the butt of a shotgun leaning against the house covered by shadows.
Upon walking up the winding brick path to the house, the tall, thin man is greeted by a hoarse voice.
He briefly pauses to consider his choices and continues towards the shaded porch.
The man calmly rocks in his chair on the porch, seemingly unfazed by the visitor’s presence.
As the visiting man approaches the final piece of sidewalk that connects to the porch, he takes the hat off his head to wipe the sweat stinging his eyes.
“I WILL SHOOT!” The older man says in a more aggressive but still raspy voice.
The visitor moves closer to the porch steps as the man grabs his shotgun in mid-rock, racking it before stopping the chair from rocking.
“I see that you think that fat meat anit greasy, huh?” The man yells, now aiming the shotgun in the slender man’s direction.
End of Part Two
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