The Tunnels

Clark stood in the shadow of a towering concrete and glass building. It was colder in the shade but he was out of the cutting wind. Blowing warm breath into his closed, icy fists, wisps of steam rose from the spaces between his fingers. Coat collar turned up, a grey, checked Burberry scarf was wrapped … Continue reading The Tunnels

Michigan Jones

Standing in the ankle-deep weeds and brambles, Haley stared at the old store front watching the reflections of passing cars scrolling across the surprisingly intact display windows. Carefully she moved through the over-grown parking lot stepping around broken pieces of asphalt peeking through the grass. After slapping her bare arms a few times, she cursed … Continue reading Michigan Jones