The rain never stopped in Calvessant. It fell in oily sheets, dripping off brass rooftops, hissing where it struck the steam vents. Mira walked the cobbled streets, cloak pulled tight, eyes fixed on the clocktower…
Read entryI picked up a notebook and a world of guilt opened up in front of me. Guilt so powerful that it warped the reality around someone that witnessed something horrible. — He told the detectives he didn’t…
Read entryI peaked in the box and saw a man and blinked. When I opened my eyes, he looked better, more energetic. Another moment he looked even younger. Mark didn’t notice at first. He just felt… better.…
Read entryI was laying awake during a violent thunderstorm. I would see the lightning and then count the seconds, the same way I have since I was a child. Close, less than a mile. Water hammers…
Read entryThe 1972 Plymouth Duster, its Illinois plates dulled by road dust, rolled steady down the forgotten stretches of Route 66. Behind the wheel, Jake drove with a faint smile, humming tunelessly. He called it his…
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