If you haven’t noticed, I’m a writer. I only bring that up because it took a while to give myself the label. It’s funny what you can call a hobby. What is a hobby anyway, and when does a specific activity stop being one? ‘Hobby’ sounds like a disease, some kind of growth. Well, […]
Burst – Astrid, You Me and the Rest
First Astrid came out of the forest, scratch marks on her face and arms, a sunburn on the back of her neck. She had been eating leaves, anything she could find, though she’d only been gone a day. I found her with Mr. Silverson, the old man with an arm about her, she in his […]
Burst – The Crack in the Clouds
A brightness, in the shape of a triangle. Sides too perfect, light too bright. It shouldn’t be like that. Outside, it’s raining already, dark. But through that crack, the light comes through. Celine comes out and stares, “What are you looking at?” “Weather,” I tell her. What a word, it tries to say so much. […]