The Silence & The Howl | Part 22

§.22 Harmon pulled into the parking lot of the northeastern shopping center, its glassy, odd-angling facade shimmering with the solis like molten crystal. He squinted against the glare, put on his sunglasses, checked his wrist watch, exited the vehicle and headed for the pet food store. It loomed a story above every other building, its… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 22

The Silence & The Howl | Part 21

§.21 The blue sheen swept over Harmon's pallid skin as he pulled on a pair of latex gloves and clicked on the login screen of Sprawls' ConneXt account. Harmon still remembered the password from when Sprawls had once asked him to login into his social media via the former's computer to update his followers on… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 21

The Silence & The Howl | Part 20

§.20 "Yo. Someone asking bout you at the front." Damion turned from the fat man with whom he was sharing a beer to the lanky, bejeweled man before him. "And he is?" "Don't know. Never seen him before. Some white boy." "What about me is he asking?" "Asking to speak to you." "Everyone wants a… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 20

The Silence & The Howl | Part 19

§.19 Harmon rang up sprawls at the break of dawn, knowing his former roommate would be up for work. In under four seconds, a croaky voice tersely answered. "Yeah?" "I'm stopping by to pick up my things." "What things?" "Things I'd left there." "Oh. Those things." "Yeah. Just wanted to give you a heads up."… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 19

The Silence & The Howl | Part 18

§.18 The last time he saw her with clouded eyes was in front of Andy's house. She had come over to return a sewing machine she'd borrowed for a school project. Harmon had only to meet her gaze to know she felt nothing for him. They exchanged no words. He had been waiting for something… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 18

The Silence & The Howl | Part 15

§.15 Harmon drew the device's teeth against the wood grain. The sound of the chainsaw split the tranquility of the placid Sunday afternoon and sent the sparrows spinning from their thorny thrones. The smell of the wood, the metal, the machine's furious humming engulfing the grotesque chittering of the wide outer bright. He stood over… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 15