Painting the Town

John Robert Brown was as average as possible. He drove a secondhand automobile, subscribed to the Evening Standard, and worked nights at the local clothing factory oiling machinery. He no longer owned a prosperous farm in the wheat belt--the world was changing, and cities were the new pastures.I can smell it coming, Old Isobel had … Continue reading Painting the Town

Divine Intervention – Part 2

Colm lay in the sweat-damp hospital bed. His fingers stroked the low thread-count sheets, their rough texture rasping. He switched it up, reaching just far enough to knock on the cool bedrail, slide trembling hands along medical lines, then back to the sheet as the clock cut time. Monitors beeped. Wind in bare branches swished … Continue reading Divine Intervention – Part 2