Tags: century life x-men youth
“93, almost a century but it’s still me.” She stood facing herself in the mirror in her comfy sweats and over-sized shirt. “Always loved men’s flannels – like wearing soft protective arms.” Never had she known such arms yet she was still a believer. “Ben’d said his most productive years were his 90s. It could still happen.”
She gave herself the once over, hair pure white now. “Take that Storm!…
Tags: between death lost twilight
How do you write about romance when you’re dead was what I thought as I stood before the full-length mirror peeling skin from my elbow. I don’t mean skin from scab but skin from me. I’d been dead a while, in fact so long I’d lost track or so I thought. There’s only so much you can do with it, romance – I mean there were so many good men around the corner in a romance novel it began to get…
Tags: apocalypse change shelter survivors
The camper drove through what was left of town and out of town. Mavis and Rachel were getting curious but were deep into thoughtfulness about what had happened in only the morning. Finally Mavis broke the silence.
“Hey Theodore… some of your food is getting cold. Where on earth are you? Where are we going?”
They looked at each other.
Still no response.
It drove them down the…
Tags: conception heat perception
Staring at the wall she could detect heat, those ripples it makes when it’s intense, but she couldn’t detect the source that should’ve been beneath it. Where was it coming from? She looked around the room. Illogical. The heat should have originated under the ripples. She looked at them again, pondering heat reflecting on the wall like shadows cast on the side of rock at a bonfire, then caught…
Tags: chance darkness rendesvous
As I rose in the dark I turned toward the alarm. It wasn’t necessary for it to ring. The night had woken me. A thrill ran through me in anticipation of contemplation and mysteries to be revealed. Turning on a low light I began the count. “Come to me.” I heard the winds stir, whip around the house, rustle trees to burst through the window, its coolness an icy breath on my face and neck. A chill…
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