3 Back to Specificity
Thomas was alone again. “Are you picking up the kids on your way home from work?” He couldn’t say why this question made no sense but there was an impetus to solve this problem before the two minutes of his projected morning coffee-time Little Amber and Slevin were whizzing about – “dad look at me…
9 High Noon
Brother, you ever wash ashore the river of Styx, a pale white ember of your memories asunder? The rhythm of tripping on half shelled rocks, clamoring abound and a pit fire, His house is of wood and vertical just right, The fire erupts and it was the night of our summer. Again, click, hiss, tall…
2 Temple of the Shadows
The police in this town will not arrive a minute too early. The call is dispatched, and our doors are already locked because they will not arrive in time. Thomas was alone. But there is no illusion, no folie a deux nor grand delusion. They will come, 1-minute, after everything is taken from us, including…
4 Into The Abyss
A faint whisper of a candle wakes them both up. Did the shot go off? “My friend, this is not the time to lay in slumber” Chris had about him a clarity unbeknownst to Thomas. If he really thought about it, even now was he shrouded in that dark haze of desire, ambition and id.…
7 The Firearm
Knowing is just half the battle, he thought. And soon, after of course, Chris joined him. They were now both facing the same oppression, although I don’t think anyone would’ve guessed they were kindred spirits. That morning, a man had come by with an unloaded gun, but the fear of those absent bullets left everyone…
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