Roadkill

Sitting and lazily swiveling in my broken leatherette desk chair, I looked around my office, searching its contents for some sense of purpose for being there, but much to no avail.  Brown bookcases lined the walls, squeezed tightly together in a uniform fashion. The shelves were concave, virtually choking on artifacts collected (hoarded, really) over… Continue reading Roadkill

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