The River
A Short Story
by cw

Zach Long looked at the sharp gun in his hands and felt anger.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his water surroundings. He had always loved The River with its rough, rich river. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel something other than anger.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Annie Johnson. Annie was a red headed with sinking tone like a dead corps and skinny hands....