Short Story: Once Upon A Time

The room was cold. I turned my back. For just a second. And there he was. He sat down with the breeze. We didn’t shoot anything else. When he was done and the rum was gone – or was it the other way around? – there was nothing cold in or about the room. A weird warmth kept me off my feet or at least not on my toes. Who knows what came in next – but it wa…