Short Stories

I dwell with a strangely aching heart , In that vanished abode there far apart, On that disused and forgotten road

Back to the cliffs. Let's walk barefoot again. Yeah, come on. Kick the boots away, little more pain will not kill you. It will barely register, trust me. Hop up The girl was naive, her eyes red with all the crying. Her dress dirty from lurking in the store all day long. I helped her… Continue reading I dwell with a strangely aching heart , In that vanished abode there far apart, On that disused and forgotten road

Short Stories

I was looking at the horizon

I was standing at the edge of a cliff. Ah. This cliff. I have been driving over this road whole of my life, but never stopped at this edge to look at this rushing water spitting foam. Cold. Yes it was cold. I looked at my bare feet barely noticing the cold biting through them, glancing at… Continue reading I was looking at the horizon