Chapter 1
SEPTEMBER 1968
I am a father, who lives in the bare woods with my only son. We hunt, and kill to survive in this life. Theres no going back now.
“Dad, can we go hunting” my son muttered.
“Of course we can, go grab the bullets ill be with you in a moment” i spoke in a quiet tone.
“Father, i believe i have mustered up the courage, to go by myself.” He mumbled
I froze in shock. I knew he wouldnt be able to do this, but, as a father i knew i had to do what was right for my son, what he wanted. I knew that one day i wouldnt be around to help him survive anymore and he had to be able to survive on his own.
If he had to learn, its by doing it himself just like i did.
as i said my goodbyes, i held his gun for him since he has to put his jacket on, strange, it felt light.
he fled off, i sat there, endlessly waiting for him to come back
October
November
December
he never did, he never came back.
Just then, at that moment i realised why he had only placed one bullet in there.
