Big Water, Small Water
When it’s raining, you can still hear the river.
And when the river flows, you can still hear the rain.
The rush of both can reach your ears if you sit still and really listen.
The Outgoing | Pt. 3
Cola couldn’t believe it. She’d already been up for hours, looking over her things. She’d had breakfast, and then put a little more food in her belly than usual because she really didn’t know what to expect.
The Outgoing | Pt. 2
…because of her lineage, Cola knew that she could get away with a little more than the rest. For one thing, she could last longer in the dust than anyone else. Some mutation of the lungs, Grandma had said. And this put her in the front running for something like The Outgoing, which would test…
The Outgoing | Pt. 1
None of us knew we could live more than 3 days without water. Until we had to. As others toppled over, wasted, under-watered, the rest of us just looked at each other, dry-eyed though we mourned.
The End of the Road | Pt 9
“You’ll probably die. Some other people died,” Charlie remembered her saying. He rubbed his eyes. Blinked. The little girl’s face swam and changed.
The End of the Road | Pt 8
He tore the axe from the mud, his eyes crazed. The screams came again and again, but he could not move. Was it the girl? Was it just the dogs? The eerie whimpers crept on as the moon rose high, and soon the snarling, panting, shifting, screaming sounds of the wild, hungry hounds pacing closer…
The Things That Stay The Same
When I was younger, I sought change (as we all do).
Little did I know that change would be my constant (as we all learn).
It’s only now, after so many years of it, that I realize how much I love all those little things that stay the same.
The End of the Road | Pt 7
“Ah, fuck.” Charlie’d reached for his smokes only to realize he’d forgotten to get another pack. He hadn’t walked that far, but the thought of going back into that store and facing her again was too much for him.
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