Mother cursed them. She didn’t understand. Not really. The secret police were but tools. Rough tools that cut both ways.
I tripped on the curb. My pajamas soaked through. My knee throbbed in pain as my slipper floated away.
A heavy hand wrenched me to my feet. Shoving, I stumbled forward. Continue reading Dark State
This neighborhood seemed a nice place. Lots of screaming kids, soccer moms, and mini-vans.
The house has great re-sale value. They sell like hot-cakes. Plan ahead and Continue reading Welcome Mats
The river continues to rise as the unyielding rains play on. The city park drowns underneath the flood waters. The park where he first saw them. Where the screaming voice spoke to him.
The mud clutches his boots. Slowly he sinks in the soft ground. A hand-shaped leaf reaches up to taunt him. The screaming voice Continue reading Winter Rain