Miles lay quietly in the niche of stone, feeling curiously at peace. He listened to the lava flow and Shylock breathe in his sleep, and he waited. The others came one by one, to talk.
Stories and poems in various stages of completion, a window into the world of my fiction and my mind.
Thursday, March 2, 2017
Wednesday, March 1, 2017
Unspeakable, Part 18
Miles woke flat on his back in a stone shelf, Boy bending over him. He tried to move and thought better of it. How long? he asked. A long while was Boy’s reply. How do you feel?
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