Choices in Escape
The past chases at a leisurely pace yet does not waver. Carried along by the winds of chance a balloon proffers itself as good a means of escape as any. Clear…
Misinformed
My senses come back to me slowly. There is an odd weight in my left hand. Through the still red haze, I can see the cold metal bar in my grasp. There’s a large…
Crossed Paths
I shift my weight to my right arm, rise to as much of a sitting position as I can, and look up through blood stained eyes. I can just barely see the figure of…
In Shadow
I slink amid the lurking shadows in the narrow hallway, all too aware of the structure’s groans, creaks, & whines intermingling with my own hollow footsteps &…