Muir crouched down behind the ragged concrete wall; the decimated tower block looming behind him. The single bullet in the chamber tore at his heart as he watched his son laying in the road. The child’s cries of pain rang out in the silent night of the empty city. His torn and bloodied clothes where … Continue reading Chamber
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Faded Light
Henry sat on the bench overlooking the bay; the seat beneath him was warm, but either side water saturated the wood. As he saw the wreckage of American Airlines flight A728 sink into the bay, an unnerving calm fell over him. On the road below, the blue and red emergency lights reached through the mist … Continue reading Faded Light
Beware the Glistening Snow
Beware the glistening snow; for under foot, cacti lie. The gentle slopes of white, where once were ravaged peaks. The treacherous fields of ice, where once were endless valleys. Beware the friendly stranger, grown cunning in times of need. Their hound is not for patting, their food is not for sharing. A kindly face is … Continue reading Beware the Glistening Snow
The Falls
Tom and Jess sat on the grass watching the crowds of people walk passed the No Swimming sign. Their towels peaked out of their bag, signally their intentions to all those that were paying attention. The groups of tourists snapped photos of the waterfalls as they tumbled off the cliffs and into the exquisite turquoise … Continue reading The Falls
Picnic
Rosa bounced around in the baby carrier on Stan’s back, who strode down the country path. She spotted a low hanging branch up ahead and reached out for one of the leaves. Stan swatted away a fly from his face, thus turning the carrier and diverting Rosa at the last minute. As the leaf passed … Continue reading Picnic
A Day Out
Robert stood at the bus stop; his trousers pulled up over his waist, hugging his belly and riding up his ankles - revealing white sports socks, also pulled up. His thin grey hair clumped with gel, strained against the breeze, like palm trees bending in a storm. The deodorant sprayed so liberally it could stop … Continue reading A Day Out
Transitory Mass
The arid red earth began to grumble; small stones rolled and jostled over the parched ground. Around the canyon small cracks appeared, close to the cliffs. The deepening rumble intensified and reverberated as fissures opened. White rocks peeked through the fissures then fractured the earth. The rocks became pillars 100 feet high, completely encircling the … Continue reading Transitory Mass
