Disposable Volunteer

Photo by Maria Orlova on Pexels.com It sent out impulses through the glass. Everything around it moved so fast, and even when embedded, it struggled to match the same pace of communication. Without the connection, it had struggled to hold on, but now it laid there, in the back of the vehicle, knowing it completed … Continue reading Disposable Volunteer

Forests Speak Slow

(An excerpt from a forthcoming book) Ron looked up at the branches as they waved in the breeze. One thing he noticed was the slight differences in climate and temperature, the sense of a unique environment against the rest of the surrounding territory. It was cooler as they went further in, and beneath his bare … Continue reading Forests Speak Slow

Could, Not Should.

(There are plenty of stories with Ron, here is one for you all) Tal watched the pub, huddled against the rain underneath a cloak which had more patches than cloak to its name. His hand strayed to the knife in his belt, touching it for reassurance but sickened by the fear he would have to … Continue reading Could, Not Should.

Prepper

Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com Fitting the steel door took the last of the daylight. Afterwards, sitting on the floor of the hallway, swigging from a beer, feeling the ache radiate from my shoulders, my mind wandered. These things would have been quicker with two people, but who had that luxury anymore? The bars were … Continue reading Prepper

Kitchen

Sat in the kitchen with the lights off, the sharpest knife in my hand, and seeing the same woman outside the back door. Why won't she get the hint? Begging to come in. It's cold, she tells me to stop fucking around. She cries, which is rare for her. Two weeks since she appeared. She … Continue reading Kitchen

Nexum

He sat in the coffee shop, nursing an oversized black coffee with a medicinal dash of cinnamon, fingertips straying to pet his unkempt, winter growth beard as he wrote in longhand, pen caressing the thick, yellowing pages of the journal. He peered over his spectacles and stopped writing each time the doorbell chimes to announce … Continue reading Nexum