 |
The sound
of a door slamming. She had lain there for hours, knowing that it was coming: this,
the signal between her and him that her beating was im..
|
|
The sky was
the colour of metal, reminding him of where exactly he was. Ray sat
back down on his bed and waited for the buzzing sound, and the jangl..
|
|
The bar was like something out of a movie: chandeliers and
lamps, a poster that doubled as a mirror, a moose head, jutting out from the
wall. Tim sa..
|
|
Ned sat in the bath, looking up at the ceiling. Brown
patches of mold where the water had seeped through. He washed his hair and
marveled at the siz..
|
|
Ned sat in the bath and looked up at the ceiling. Brown
patches of mold where the water had seeped through. He washed his hair and
marveled at the s..
|
|
He woke in the cold as he so often would. Winter nights,
cutting in deep on weary bones. He could see that the tent flap had come open
and was flapp..
|
|
The wind picked up and blew across the brown empty plains. James
Anderson stood and looked out across it. Open fields, empty and devoid of anything,
..
|
|
Travers pulled the car in and parked it on the street. He
sat and looked at the house in the night. A rundown place, sitting under a
street-lamp; a ..
|
|
The light buzzed and crackled above his head. He pulled out
the white shirt and black pants from his sports bag, got changed and looked at
himself i..
|
|
He walked down the hill and heard the yelling, well before
he got there. Could hear it from half-way down the street - a guttural sound
that was mor..
|
 first  prev 1
|
|
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This