Wednesday Words – Elevator
The sad old demon sat in the corner of the elevator hunched over his knees, face in hands. Thick leathery skin, no longer the vibrant red of youth but purplish with age. His wings twitched and closed around him, their fine silk shredded now by the arrows of countless do-gooders. Across from him, his charge [...]
Wednesday Words – Fathers and Sons
I regarded my father from across the table – his moist, soft eyes deep-set among the folds of skin dripping from his high forehead. I had watched his eyes retreat beneath these folds and his forehead stretch into a vast expanse of pale flesh since I was a child, and studying both now (mottled freckles [...]
Writing Prompt #2
Waiting in line at Starbucks, gleaming rows of pastries beckoning behind the glass, Jarvis felt something loosening — and clamped his fists against the terror.
