Tag Archives: catastrophe jones
Hear Me
She bumps into a passer by, long fingers grabbing a wallet. It happens eight more times before she feels like she’s got enough cash to fund food. Dumpster diving often finds a rather startling amount of good eats, but she’s … Continue reading
The Music Box
Everything was pain. (Before the black night moves again) She knew that, now. Everything was pain, and it had been pain, and it was going to be pain, forever and ever, amen. She could not see him, anymore; her eyes … Continue reading
So very far ahead
Stumbling forward, hands outstretched, blood dripping from ragged fingertips. She reaches for him, not knowing where he is, only that he is ahead. So very far ahead. Stumbling forward, eyes unseeing, blinded by both rage and loss. She looks for … Continue reading
Still searching
Everything had been coming apart for a long time now. She worried there would be absolutely no way to put it all back together. How many fragments in space and time. How many moments had she almost had him in … Continue reading
I keep finding him
For so long (I don’t even know how long we’ve been at this. Moments? Millenia?) he was always just out of my reach, every time I slipped. I walked into one doorway and out of another; in the inbetween moment … Continue reading