This one didn’t have the fog to hide in anymore, and I had something a bit better than a tire iron this time. Quickly undoing the flap on my pack, I freed my grandfather’s knobby shillelagh and stood. The weighted head, filled with lead, felt good in my hands. I marched toward this new battle filled with an enthusiasm that was alien to my soul, but welcome.
I felt happy as I lifted the stick over my head, and as I brought it crashing down on the monster’s skull, I smiled.
The corpse falls and lies still upon the road.
Tale Told 