Your car. A coat of film on the windshield, a blanket of dust on the hood.
Was I there?
The Elf
Twinkles loved December 24th. The day that led into the big night. His time to shine. He woke three hours early to get a head start.
Continue reading “The Elf”Hanging On
Everyone is gone, fallen to the depths. But I’m hanging on.
Continue reading “Hanging On”A Walk
Gravel shuffles under my feet. My stride quickens, but am I moving in the wrong direction? A car passes. I don’t know the driver.
Continue reading “A Walk”At the Gate
Alfie had what the McConnells requested. After this exchange, he’d have enough money to call it a night. He pressed the call button outside the gate.
Continue reading “At the Gate”Just Smile
I smile at everyone that passes by, but it’s rare that anyone acknowledges me.
The Tyrant
Hollering, broken things, tears. This is what’s left in the wake of his unhinged emotions—the wrath of his fury felt by all when his demands are not met.
Their Eyes
They watched Cole. He hated audiences, despised being the center of attention. But there he sat, an exhibition for others to behold. Their eyes fixed on him. It made his skin squirm, like cockroaches skittering across his body.
The Visitors
Humans and the Visitors are indistinguishable from one another. We look alike. Breathe and eat alike. Even our mating rituals are similar.
