His Name was Henry

His Name was Henry
a short story by Wolf Larsen

His name was Henry. He was walking down the street to the bus stop. Henry had just finished a long day at work and now he was free. Free!

Henry had a beautiful swishing-ass-walk. Masculine gay men & bisexual men loved Henry's walk – and Henry knew it too! Beautiful swishing-ass-walk! Henry was a gay bottom. That's the way he was. That's the way he was born. He made the most delicious music as he walked! Swish-swish! Swish-swish! Henry was walking to the bus stop with the most serene smile on his face, because his boyfriend was waiting for him at home tonight! Oh yes!

And that's when it happened.
"GET HIM! GET THAT F-GG-T!" somebody yelled.
Henry looked. There were four guys running towards him!
"LET'S KILL HIM! LET'S KILL THE F-GG-T!"
One of the four guys reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade!
And what happened next happened so fast fast fast!

Henry quickly reached into his handbag and pulled out a gun.
"Pop-pop-pop-pop!" said the gun. It was just like the numerous target practices that Henry had attended at the gun club.

And now there were four guys laying on the ground and bleeding all over the street. Henry watched as their blood flowed towards the sewer drain...

Copyright 2012 by Wolf Larsen