It’s an hour into my regular shift as I knock on the door. “Open,” he replies. “Looks like it’ll rain today,” he says, “shame, damn shame.” A true politician, more than aware a wet motorcade is as good as no motorcade at all; image is paramount. People don’t really search for the truth, what they … Continue reading Let Them See
Fear Squared
She's been gone for three days now. I haven't left my house. Today I haven't left my bed. I’m not under the bed sheets, but on top of them; knees at my chest, rocking like a mad-man. I think I am going mad. This feeling is relentless. Whatever this is, I think it's going to … Continue reading Fear Squared
Road Kill
We all know Roadkill, remains of animals on the side of the road that decrease slowly with every passing day. But the familiar blood trails are not always what they appear to be.
Back To The River
He had to reach the river without killing someone. Long ago his failing eyesight took his driver’s license and arthritis stole his grip. The shapes in front of the car were foggy and his hold on the wheel was feeble. If the police stopped him he would have to explain why he was driving a … Continue reading Back To The River
Paperboy
The Life of a Paperboy. He knows all and sees all. Keep your curtains closed in the morning folks, or you will be next!
Jeepers Creepers
Eyes are the windows to the soul, so what does one with no eyes look like? Is a blind man without a soul? More importantly, where do the eyes go?