The old stories had been told over and over. The fire had burnt down to its embers. Carlin filled the murmuring pause between tales with a hand-rolled cigarette, off to the side so the tourists wouldn’t complain. His boots squeaked in the sand, and the dune sedges silenced in response. Above the camp, the hungry … Continue reading Night Tour
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
Every cloud has a silver lining. Ariadne’s had two, and they were itchy. She sighed, irked by another night of restless sleep and a morning without coffee. They only served holy water Upstairs. Rumour had it, top-ranking angels had access to plantations owned by a minor saint, but chances of Ariadne reaching that tier were … Continue reading Divine Intervention – Part 1
Today was not a good day to be dead. In fact, Matthias mused, any day was not a good day to be dead, seeing as the day hurt his sensitive eyes, and the ever-suspicious locals noted his differences more often under the nasty sun. Nevertheless, today was worse than usual, because today he had to … Continue reading On Dijon Fields
"Good morning, ladies and gents. Rise and shine. Let’s let in a little light, shall we? Oh, look at that, grey and greyer out there today. Tut, tut. I’ll lose my wager with Monsieur Thorn, I will. Bet him a Dead Lime Pie that snow would come Wednesday. Now I’ll have to go digging on … Continue reading Cozy
