Survival, Chapter 2: Broken Claw, Shattered Bone
Buzzing insects filled Hex's ears along with bird calls, the grunting of nearby pigs, and the rustling of wind in the trees. He had rolled onto his side in the night, so his body nearly covered his small companion. Odd. Fifth was usually a light...
An exchange of blades: a vignette
“Sorin." “Amber?" He stepped back. He stepped back… “Why are you here?" “It's a full moon tonight. A blue moon." “That's… sad, Amber." I shrugged, gently. “I've known since I came up with this it would be either the most courageous or...
Vincent, Assistant: a micro-narrative
Brisk. "Vincent, do we have enough coffee for tomorrow?" Precise. "Only if I skip mine, sir." "I'd never have you skip your coffee, Vincent; I like you chipper." "That's very kind of you, sir." "Remind me to get some after work today." "Am I...
Reprieve
I sat against his hip in the car because it was too small, touching him through four layers of clothes, touching him at all for the first time in months, and now I'm counting victory as having only half the want come rushing back in. The echo of his...