Tag Archives: blue-eyed man
The Voice MailBox is Full
He stands atop the tallest building he can find, facing the sunrise, cigarette at his lips, too-blue eyes staring out against the mix of colors that signals dawn. Some freakish salmon, an indigo, a weird greybluebrown, soft lavender, and pale … Continue reading
New Year’s Traditions
He stood at the top of the building, after the news crew and security hires had left, looking down over the edge, blinking black lashes against the frosting wind. He smoked, narrowing his eyes, and tried to pick her out … Continue reading
Promises
A sudden gasp of breath into rattling lungs and she is rolling over and getting to her feet. This is the fourth time she has come back to life, and it is beginning to take its toll. She looks around, … Continue reading
At This Waking
At this waking, she puts her hands out in front of her so that she can see them, and she discovers they are youthful, bearing strength and grace, and she uses them to fling off covers. There is one sneaker, … Continue reading
What It Is About Christmas
“Dunno what it is about Christmas,” she said, looking down at her empty hands. Chipped nails fiddle with the fraying edges of her cheap fingerless gloves. “Sometimes I duck into the churches that stay open overnight. Around this time of … Continue reading