Dream of the Dark Prophet
In the dead of night, Roy sat bolt upright and rasped, “Oy, farkakt!” As he leapt from the bed Miriam managed to mumble, “Herm, wha-hazzah? Roy, what in the…
Thanatos instinct
Looking at the the cigarette between his fingers he was aware of the hot ash glowing at the end, and how the breeze gently pulled the warm embers off the tip…
Epiphany (IV)
The cop offers me a ride back to my house. I take it without any hesitation, I need to get out of this hell hole. I’m still in shock at how lucky I am, and how…