June picked the paper off the stoop, shook the wet off, and took it inside. The timbre of the tea-kettle's song was at it's peak, with a patient cup waiting next to it. Stormy weather gave June a content smile, she didn't need to pay attention to the world today and it needn't worry about … Continue reading That Which Suddenly Summons
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Little Frankie Smallheath
Little Frankie Smallheath leaned out over the crowd. More than a hundred people were below and she hated every one of them. Men with coat-tails hanging down behind their knees, dancing dresses with hideous volume matched the wigs on their heads. The jewelry here could buy food for everyone Frankie knew. Despite the unsettling frivolity … Continue reading Little Frankie Smallheath
Ad Portas Pt. 1
Take a walk with me. I want to show you a sea without horizon. The lack of bodies on its floor. Something drifts above you on the surface of the sea. It is unknown but it is burning. Do you see him? There is a man in a mask standing on the shore? He will … Continue reading Ad Portas Pt. 1
Somewhere, Tied
Eamon pulled his net to the tune of an unimpressive yield. The fibers were old and held more doubts than fish. The fish were small, few, and had little fight left. Eamon was tired, and wanted to call it a day. "One more pass," he said to his boat and no one, and he began … Continue reading Somewhere, Tied
Violet’s Morning
Some street lamps illuminate the growing dark. They shine on the young, the lost, and the rumbling night. They do not make the rain, but they reflect on the drizzled puddles below. People use them without a thought and huddle underneath them. Those very street lamps are quite different in the morning. They squeeze there … Continue reading Violet’s Morning
Republic of Bees 