Walking in the Fog
I was eighteen and had just finished the training to be a constable. The sun had not set when I woke and slipped out of the wide bed. It was to bad I did not have a woman to share it with. I went to eat and wash before I dressed carefully. I adjusted the new pistol on my right hip and the nightstick on my left before I walked out. The Grey Downs was not far so I walked and nodded to the people I met. I reached the station with plenty of time before the shift briefing. An older man walked in...