The Waste (XV)

The figure glided towards her hunched-over form with the dexterity of a ninja, her sobs muffling the otherwise barely audible shuffle of soles across wood. Abigail’s keen senses felt the approaching presence of the stranger, as the curious bird cried out in the trees in the distant darkness.  A phantom heat drew her attention over […]

The Waste (III)

Paris lay still, and the noises persisted. When he first heard the sounds, his back had been to the road.  As the volume of the sounds grew louder, and the rhythm remained steady, Paris knew that his realm of dreams had not seeped into his wasteland reality.  He shifted, and twisted in his bedroll, to […]