Cycle of Madness

Cycle of Madness
By Scott Wilson
Word Count: 104

“Take that you stupid bastard,” Woody said.

He lowered his 30/30 lever action rifle, took a red felt tip pen out of his pocket and crossed out a photo of a cyclist in his diary.

The sound of cars screeching to a halt and people screaming in the distance could just be heard from the position Woody had bunkered down in at the top of the Milton Cemetery.

Woody flicked through the diary until he reached the next page with a photo of a cyclist glued down with a time, name and occupation scrawled beneath.

“Make me lose my driver’s license your cyclists scum,” he said, reloading his gun.