Run

I don't know why they run. Speeding along with a cascade of flashing lights behind them like a pack of lions running behind the lagging wildebeest in the herd. I know some part of them knows this can't end well. It's like running from cancer or trying to outpace Alzheimer's. I call it lottery logic. … Continue reading Run

Desperation

When Christina Martin was found, she was in the bed of an old pickup truck that was owned by one Franklin Torrence who was the gardener for Edward Jacobson. Edward was in the driver's seat, and when Franklin Torrence was questioned, he said, "Mr. Jacobson said he needed my truck. I just assumed he didn't … Continue reading Desperation

Kind

Nice. Maybe even kind. I read an article recently that talked about how they're not necessarily the same. "Don't be nice at your job. Be kind." They said that nice people have a tendency to be nice because they want something in return or, at the very least, they want people to be nice to … Continue reading Kind

Adam

When we pull up to the restaurant, it's a long, slow deceleration and I'm flanked by other vehicles so far in all directions that I'm not even sure where the beginning and the ending is. Even to the side of me are other vehicles - solid black, windows tinted, bulletproof. Someone opens the door next … Continue reading Adam

Sugar

It seems like a fitting enough place, all things considered - even if no one knows it and no one knows why. Here where the air is rich with the scent of steam which shouldn't even be a scent at all and the various fragrances of food and drinks being made, consumed, and discarded mingle … Continue reading Sugar

Say

I guess the way I worded all my words, just spelled "deserted" And I'm really not surprised you couldn't stay When truth was at its lowest and the snow was at its slowest There were angels on the ground that couldn't pray I couldn't hear you calling through the fall of this enthralling Little moment … Continue reading Say

All

If all the weary passengers I'm seeingWere really ever passengers to places I could goI wonder if they'd see me as a person merely fleeingFrom the places they were headingOr the ones they're merely dreadingOr to "trust me, when you see it, you'll know" In truth, it's been a while since a personWas passing any … Continue reading All

Symptoms

I'm sitting here with one leg crossed over the other, a steno pad on my lap where a pen is moving in a way that would certainly imply I'm writing something down. Thomas is talking about how he couldn't buy something that was on the counter at a convenience store. See, he didn't know it … Continue reading Symptoms