The soft smoke of breath, lingers in the taut, dense air, eyes veiled against comin' night, a face etched of pleasures tasted, folding in on itself, a lost, precious beat, a heats fluttering echo, in an old worn chair. Holding fingertips now turning grey slate, deaths march draws curtains come nigh, hearts holding in strained … Continue reading The Reaper Missed You Last Night. *Alternative Title – Merry Christmas.
No 102. The last house on the street, separated by thick woodland to the left and an old tin shed to the right. Most of the neighbourhood stayed away. They knew the Talbot's. Arthur Talbot was a cantankerous old fool who chased the kids off his land with his shotgun or threatened them in the … Continue reading No. 102 – A Halloween Short Story.