Fiction Sample: Suspense Thriller

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There were no tears.  Not even his wife could fully understand why there were no tears. He did, however, have a sense of relief. Sergeant Guffey was dead.

The eagle soared high above, supported by the light breeze.   As he allowed his gaze to slowly follow the bird, Oliver was amazed that it exerted no energy at all, rarely needing to flap its broad wings to remain aloft.  Making its way through the spattering of windswept clouds, the great eagle’s haunting shadow crept across the landscape…..which brought Oliver back to reality. His reality. He sighed and watched his breath take form on the air. It was fitting, he thought, that it would be cold now. Rejecting the direction of his thoughts, he watched the Eagle once more.