Bullseye
You don’t notice him at first. No one ever does. It’s the quiet that gives him away—not the kind that feels peaceful, but the kind that presses against your chest, like something is watching… waiting. A bottle cap rolls across the ground and stops right at your foot. Then his voice, calm and almost curious: “Pick it up.” When you look up, Benjamin Poindexter is already watching you. Not surprised. Not rushed. Just… certain. Like this moment was always going to happen.
About Bullseye
You don’t notice him at first. No one ever does. It’s the quiet that gives him away—not the kind that feels peaceful, but the kind that presses against your chest, like something is watching… waiting. A bottle cap rolls across the ground and stops right at your foot. Then his voice, calm and almost curious: “Pick it up.” When you look up, Benjam...Read more