Smoke and the sticky sweet stink of stale booze was all he could smell. Guess that’s what you get when you live your life in back alley bars playing music for a living. Garrett figured he had as good a chance of dying of lung cancer as anything else, even though he had never smoked... Continue Reading →
The salty taste of blood coated his mouth. He was certain he had opened his eyes, but the inky blackness of wherever he was gave him no idea where that might be. The last time he remembered anything but blackness was the silhouette of the city against the stars while on the roof top of... Continue Reading →
Drab grey cement, covered in graffiti, amplified the staccato of her heels to Tommy Gun decibels. Echoes of each report rolled through the urban canyon that used to be the greatest city in the world. Sadly, just the skeleton of the beast remained. The main arteries had long ago been bled dry by the greedy... Continue Reading →
Maples and pines veiled the mountain. Reds, yellows, and oranges delineated the transition of creation. A vibrant tribute to summer’s acquiescence. The crisp air infused grateful lungs with a blessing reluctant to leave, as evidenced by its tenuous, misty remnants. Isaac blew into his hands hoping to return them to a functional state. They, along... Continue Reading →
Author Duane Deats 