The Wolf
By Andrew Slugantz

The sound of engine was almost relaxing, even for a man who just committed a crime. The night was dark, the only thing ahead was the winding road bordered by ancient oaks, covered with the reddening leaves of autumn. He couldn’t see much ahead, the fog was getting denser. He would often chance a quick glance to the bag sitting in the passenger seat. A shiver ran down his spine. A twinge of uneasiness had fallen on him. He actually did it, he had killed a man…..