A Certain Hunger

He wasn’t the one. She knew that as soon as they sat down, but she held out hope that he would surprise her. After about three hours, she left the date feeling unsurprised and unsatisfied. She hoped the next one would have that spark she craved. She had met a few before who seemed they…

Clicks and Clacks

It dazzled her, how the clack of the typewriter had been replaced with the click of the laptop. Amazing how a single letter in a single word could symbolize more than a hundred years of change while still representing the same thing. She paused, filling the fallout shelter with silence, and wondered what would be…

Reflections of the Future

Staring into his reflection in the muddy puddle, he could picture himself as an old man. He could imagine the lines and wrinkles that would mark his face with experience and time. The young man liked the idea that his soft features might become rugged and defined. That age would give him character and a…

Constellations

He supposed it was the city lights that drove him to do it. Their glow blocked the light of the stars and made the night sky look like a dark abyss. He had grown up with the lovely bright stars gleaming like a thousand warm camp fires, setting the darkness alight with their beauty. Their…

Falling Snow

John grasped the handle of the axe tightly, feeling his knuckles crack. His joints ached and the snow falling around him didn’t help matters. It had gotten steadily worse in the years since he turned thirty-five. He was fifty-two now and he felt a pang of sadness at the idea that his best years were…

Faded Memories

She sipped the drink slowly, savoring the bourbon as it slid down her throat and lit a fire inside. Cigarette smoke filled the bar air, making it seem as if it were filled with an unnatural mist. Allison loved the smell. The stale cigarette smoke always gave her a strong sense of nostalgia. It brought…

Flood Warning 

The booze sloshed in the pit of his stomach like water in the bottom of a boat. The rain was coming down so hard that he could barely see more than ten feet in front of his eyes, except for the occasional flash of lightning, which lit up the world around him. Not that Alex…

Splintered

The dead October leaves crunched beneath my feet as Tom and I made our way through the woods. We could see our destination peeking through the bare branches a few yards ahead of us. It wasn’t much more than a large black outline in the dark, but I could still see its sharp features. The…