Master
Posted by admin on Jan 27th, 2015 in Short Stories
The morning after they decided to end things, she walked idly through the snow in the park behind their house. Exercise, she had told herself. It would help. She had petitioned the dog to come with her, and, after assessing the snow outside the house with one gingerly placed paw, the dog had decided to keep her company. The exercise …
The Undead Swim Like Fish
Posted by admin on May 16th, 2014 in Short Stories
When you are grieving, the sounds of the Earth are doubled as the voices of your fellow man seem somehow halved. And smells paw for memories to bring context to their moment, but the brain has no willing to match the two. You feel the cold more, but not the heat. These things happen when loved ones are snatched from …