The Silence & The Howl (§.30)

continued from chapter 29 CHAPTER 30 Harmon pocketed a tangerine and ambled out of Harold's cramped apartment. The early morning chill prompted the man to sheath his hands in his jacket pockets whereupon he felt paper and paused beside a group of vagrants along the road to the old breaker. With furrowed brow and pursed… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl (§.30)

The Silence & The Howl | Part 16

§.16 The moon ghosted above the ancient coal breaker. Odd figures walked the streets, surreptitiously passing small plastic bags to each other just beyond the illumination of the streetlamps and the lights of Andy's house. Bluebird did not call before she arrived. She parked her car in the front of the drive and clattered down… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 16

The Silence & The Howl | Part 12

§.12 When Harmon waved to Sprawls as he made breakfast the man only shook his head and sneered. "What?" "Why you still here?" "Where were you expecting me to be?" "Anywhere but here. I told you last night. Ain't gonna work out." "Are you being serious?" "I ain't gonna throw you out. I know you… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 12

The Silence & The Howl | Part 11

§.11 Harmon woke to the hot rays of the sun licking his loose and stimulated body. He inhaled the aroma of his basement room; stale beer, drywall and wood, plaster, steel and warm dust, relishing the tincture as might a perfumist a bag of potpourri. He stretch and looked to his left. Lyla was gone.… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 11

The Silence & The Howl | Part 9

§.09 When Harmon finally made his way back to his house the car belonging to the woman was there once more as well as Lyla's car. Sprawls car was gone. He quickly dashed inside the house and discovered Lyla sitting on his chair in the living room, bent over his desk, his sketchbook open upon… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 9

The Silence & The Howl | Part 2

CHAPTER TWO Harmon awoke with the rising of the light. He ran his hands through his hair, wild and dark as raven-down. He stretched and cracked his neck and leaned out on the tips of his toes til he fell to the floor, catching himself before his face collided with the spotless concrete of his… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 2