"The green ogre had just accepted the mission entrusted to him by the stunted prince when the tires of the Kangoo crunched across the gravel in the courtyard. I froze the image on the screen and grabbed the rifle. I had already loaded it. I slowly walked around the sofa I was sitting on. I knelt down and placed the double-barreled shotgun on the garnet velvet back. The gravel began to crunch again. But this time, it was the footsteps of Mom and Luc that were making the noise. The door opened."
"The green ogre had just accepted the mission entrusted to him by the stunted prince when the tires of the Kangoo crunched across the gravel in the courtyard. I froze the image on the screen and grabbed the rifle. I had already loaded it. I slowly walked around the sofa I was sitting on. I knelt down and placed the double-barreled shotgun on the garnet velvet back. The gravel began to crunch again. But this time, it was the footsteps of Mom and Luc that were making the noise. The door opened… Mom went in first… I fired."
This first-person novel attempts to describe the irruption of an extraordinary crime into the daily lives of ordinary people.
