The Quarry

[Rage Menelas]

[font=Lucida Sans Unicode]Ryan had had enough. It was just too damn painful. His life was no longer a thing to enjoy but a thing to destroy. He took his 44 mag down by the lake. Looking into the stars he tried to recall his last moment of pure untainted happiness. He didn't even know. He couldn't see through the pain that far into the past.

The six-footer sat down on the white stone bench that graced the banks of the softly rippling lake. He remembered putting in this bench for Shell. She enjoyed nights by the lake. That was it! He suddenly recalled the last time he had been truly happy! It had been here on this bench, right here with her, two days before the accident.

He sighed and picked up the heavy weapon, flipped it open. Yes, it was loaded. A single shot and it would be over. He closed up the chamber, cocked the hammer and put the barrel against his right temple.