Melissa Kite Melissa Kite

Real life | 28 June 2018

As I held it, I thought of all the things I could now achieve; all the wrongs I could right

issue 30 June 2018

Finally, I got my hands on a gun. About the size of a sawn-off shotgun it was, just under 20in long, a fine specimen of a weapon. It was surprisingly light and easy to wield.

I held it and thought of all that I might now accomplish. Everything I had dreamed of could now become reality.

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