My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The story so far... The ambient stench was stomach-churning. Lifting his jacket, Quentin smelled under his arm. The fetor wasn’t from him, despite his early stage of decomposition. Pushing aside the soiled sheet of cardboard that covered him, Quentin, stood and stretched. The smell was coming from all the unwashed bodies dwelling in a small tent … Continue reading The doctor is in
Part 1: Contractual obligation Part 2: Host for hire He reached out and grabbed my arm, then pulled me through the open crypt doorway. My whole world went black. Loosening his tie with one hand, Quentin stepped out into the cold clear winter air and flew. That should have been the end of it, but somewhere … Continue reading The hunt begins
“We have some unfinished business,” he said. “You didn’t fulfill your part of the contract.” Keeping a demure distance between us, I sat beside him on the bench. “I want to renegotiate my terms.” He put his sunglasses back on, then slapped his thighs before standing up. I jumped at the smacking sound. It wasn't … Continue reading Host for hire
It was years since I'd been here. Walking among the weathered stones, I realized I was lost. None of the names were familiar, when once I could recited them like a favorite nursery rhyme. At the end of the north side, I finally found the kneeling angel facing the Woodmen totem. Turning to the east, … Continue reading Contractual obligations
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