It's 1988 and I don't remember much more about the date and time than that but I know that the world has gone from a torrent of wild emotion to one that is anything but. When I wake, I'm greeted by concerned faces and expectations that I don't understand. My head hurts and, even though … Continue reading Iterations
adult
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
Abandon
I let my fingers trace her cheek and glide down her neck which always makes me think of a soft, snow-covered hill the way it dips down and away into her shoulder. Her dark brown hair is in disarray this early in the morning and her other cheek wears little lines from where she was … Continue reading Abandon
Crocodiles
The way he's leaving wouldn't say much to someone just casually walking by. After all, it's so casual, so calm, so commonplace. People are passing by on foot and by car and if any number of those people were suddenly pulled to the side and shown the man's picture, they'd probably just shrug and say, … Continue reading Crocodiles
Directory pt.2
Part 1 "You can keep going with this woo-woo mystical bullshit if you want, but no one's buying it." "Well that's handy, 'cuz I ain't fucking sellin' it. It's a fuckin' fact. Snatch. Guy Ritchie. No?" "You think this is some kind of game?" "I do." "Yeah, well, it isn't." "Sure it is. You're just … Continue reading Directory pt.2
Directory pt.1
"The thing you gotta understand is just how...unremarkable he was. You know? Like...he was one of those guys that you could talk to ten times in two years and none of it like...none of it really stuck. You know?" "So wait," Jim said. His bottle of beer hovered so close to his lips he probably … Continue reading Directory pt.1
A. P. Christopher 