Dark and Lonely Water
I pulled up on my Raleigh Lizard mountain bike at Marston Bridge and propped it up against the railings. Rubbing my cold hands, I turned to face…
The Power of the Hand
The metallic buzz of the alarm pierced the dark room, snapping my eyes open and causing me to gasp as if someone had poured cold a cup of cold water…
Vienna
Vienna is as dark and cold as I had expected, although hiding in a clump of bushes with a syringe in my pocket is probably affecting my judgement. My…
The Bowling Alley
The toilet flushed. Jeanette knew what was coming next; a long yawn and the sound of cracking knuckles. She chuckled to herself, just like almost…
Ted
Every Saturday morning, Ted would stretch, fart and yawn. And stare at the ceiling. And stare. Until, at an undefined, unmeasurable moment, he would…
