When the storms come, life falls from the sky. Drops merge and rivulets race. Puddles deepen, spill over. A stream resurrected, begins its disoriented crawl to the sea.
The storms come less frequently now. Our fields lie baked and burned, crumbling like old chalk.
“Got any work?” Continue reading Bereft
Sunlight cast shadows like long bruises over the grime and detritus.
“Do you think people built all this?” Hannah’s voice echoed in the strange space.
He frowned at her, eyebrow raised. “People?” Continue reading Skewed
I roll the nylon out across the floor. It is strong enough. I shrug.
I remember the day of the revolution. Now it seems like a dream. Promises of greatness. Many of us believed.
Clouds drift past the hole in the roof. Continue reading Maddening
The heat pressed down on them. Out the windshield the city turned into so much hot wax. Glass and concrete melted.
Everything happened at once. All Rachel remembered was running. And the heat. Like the sun itself was trying to catch her. Run, please, no, run! Continue reading Concealed
She walked through the bookstore, her eyes as big as saucers, her hands reaching out and running along the bindings.
“You have books, real books!”
“Yes.” Continue reading Left on a Shelf
This morning is cold, just above freezing. The precipitation is alternating between snow, sleet, freezing rain, plain rain, and whatever else Mother Nature can come up with. Not exactly what anyone wants to unzip the mummy bag and crawl out of their tent to find. There is no choice in the matter. We take whatever fate dishes out for us. Continue reading Heaven’s Gate