Written December 28, 2018 He awoke drenched in sweat and breathing raggedly. His pale eyes were wild and his back was stiff. The woman beside him, his wife, stirred, groaning slightly and mumbling for him to lie down. But he did not hear her. He scanned the room frantically, turning his head this way and that like a rabid dog, jumping at the slightest sound. After what seemed like an eternity he settled back in his bed, straining to hear…
Written August 11, 2018 Rain pelted the roof of the house, filling the silent room with an eerie applause. The world outside looked bleak and gray in the eyes of Ernest Cedar, but nothing compared to the dark cloud that shrouded his once jovial friend. He turned to observe the shell of the man he had known since childhood. Kieth Howard’s pale skin reflected the light streaming from the window he sat by, making his complexion appear insipid. Ernest thought…
Written August 7, 2018 The innumerable stalks of wheat stretched far out, ceasing their span only at the horizon line. Even then the golden sea continued into the sky, melding with pinks, purples and fiery oranges. The edges of the towering clouds were seared by the touch of the setting sun. It was for images such as these that Troy lived. It was for the sweet aromas carried by the gentle breeze and the feeling of utter tranquility. And it…
Written August 6, 2018 The car interior smelled new and sharp, just the way Karen Hathaway was dressed that spring morning. The simple silk blouse she wore billowed slightly as she walked and was neatly tucked in to a pastel-blue pleated skirt that flared out at her knees. It was cool weather, but not too cool, which was what prompted her to choose this particular outfit so carefully. Her thick caramel-blonde hair fell over her shoulders playfully, and her pleasantly…
Written August 5, 2018 And to think that yesterday he knew nothing. His usually wandering eyes gazed emotionlessly down at the deep brown liquid. Though the mug in which this liquid was contained was quite hot, his hands cradled it indifferently. So, so strange was reality and truth. He had led a standard life. Standard, that is, for what the word was worth. He supposed that in his case it meant that he had a job, a wife, and two…