Balustra

I’m not sure what Mr. J. Nathan Matias is up to right now, but I like it. It appears to be fiction, entitled, Balustrade. The story has definately got my interest.

It’s dim now.

Something about a girl, I think. Yes. It must have been. Something more? But I remember the other man’s eyes. They too, like the lanterns in the windows, were expectant. Why was he there? The glow moseyed over the rough floorboards, skipping over the cracks and shadows. The light vaguely slid through the porch railings and settled on

Oh.

His gun.

Read Balustra, by J. Nathan Matias…