Tag Archives: death
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
Beating a Dead Horse
Coming home is always a good thing — he’s felt more centered more grounded, than he’s ever felt in a long damned time. Which, of course, makes his stomach feel like it’s turned to lead, and sinking. Things aren’t wonderful … Continue reading
Pick-up
It’s been a solid fifteen minutes since Donnelly last focused on him; the blue-eyed man feels the easygoing haze begin to drop — it spirals right quick, considering they’re going up and up and up stairs. He can’t quite grasp … Continue reading
Garden
Garden was a peaceful enough place; all of us came here, but most of us to visit at least once, before our final resting time. I had walked through its paths many times; the faces I saw were familiar, old … Continue reading