An Elderly Man Sat Fishing On A Wooden Pier Until Three Young Men Approached Him

too far to go back but not far enough to finish. He stepped forward and raised his fist.

Viktor stood.

He had not planned the timing. The body did its own calculation. Thirty years of training do not retire when the uniform does. They settle deeper, migrate from the conscious to the automatic, and wait there with the patience of old tools in a shed, continue reading …