Tippy Cumber relished the warmth of the noodle bowl as he carried it to his living room throne. After another long day delivering mail to a thankless neighborhood, sloshing through un-shoveled snow and un-scooped piles of dog doo, he gladly received this meager reward. The couch was once a rich shade of green, but fifteen years of sunlight faded it into a lifeless gray. It still served its purpose, though, which was to give its Read more…
Nora stepped into the wash basin and poured a ladle of water over the stove rocks. A hiss of steam leapt to the ceiling before cascading over her body. Sweat formed, and with it came the dreaded rivers of dark fluid. It stained like oil and smelt like death. She never learned how to stomach it. But the daily chore was necessary. It was the law. The grimy liquid flowed down her skin in rivulets, Read more…
Past the wrought iron fence stood the towering brick house. Marble balconies adorned the third and fourth floors, adding girth to an already inflated structure. The dead and dried vines of autumn consumed the monstrosity, creating the illusion that the whole property was being pulled underground. Night had fallen, but even in the shadows I could see a hapless mob outside the fence of the ancient estate. Most of them casually murmured to themselves, but Read more…
The gaunt man stumbled out of the broken building into the knee-deep snow. He clutched a brittle black binder in his tireless grip. His long, dark, centuries-unwashed hair whipped in the wind. He ambled to his idling pickup truck and tore a string of chains from behind the seat and proceeded to coil the jangling iron around his prize. He moved with the precision of a spider. After clipping it with a padlock, he threw Read more…