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 Machine Of Wester Moorley (§.04)

§.04 Otto went to fill up his rusty autowagon for the drive out to the nowheres, leaving Albrecht by his lonesome outside the dingy lifeless building that served as the townhall. While he waited for Otto, Albrecht thought he might stretch his legs and have a look around town and turned of its porch of… Continue reading The Machine Of Wester Moorley (§.04)

The Machine Of Wester Moorley (§.03)

§.03 Matthias Emery Thall raised his arms in salutations as Albrecht walked through the doors of his study. "My good sir, at last you have arrived. I am Matthias Thall. Please, take a seat." "Your hospitality is much appreciated, Mayor Thall." "Oh, please, call me Matt." "If you prefer." "Otto—why didn't you pick Mr. Brandt… Continue reading The Machine Of Wester Moorley (§.03)

The Silence & The Howl | Part 13

§.13 Harmon looked down at the crisp, off-white business card as he switched off the engine of his hatchback in the abandoned grocery store parking lot. He read the name delicately laser etched upon it: Lynder B. Partridge. Below the name was a phone number, address and the word 'Designer.' He removed his phone from… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 13

The Silence & The Howl | Part 3

CHAPTER THREE The art gallery buzzed like a nest of agitated hornets. Harmon, dressed in his finest dirty T and sun-eaten jeans and moving from the entrance to stand before the gala proper, found the chatter irksome and the low, odd-filtered light disorienting. He liked the dark and quiet. Despite his proclivities he had agreed… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 3