A Scene On a Parking Garage

There were 6 people on the parking garage. Perhaps there could have been more, but this was during the time of the Corona Virus, with most people staying in doors, and the few who didn’t were either smart enough to stay apart or stupid enough not to care.

Dust

He was dying. An enemy soldier had somehow crossed no man’s land dropped over the edge of the trench behind him. He’d reacted quickly, shooting the guy in the neck but not before getting shot in the stomach himself. They were both bleeding out, and they knew it. Neither felt the need to finish the job for the job was…

Too Late

A story as old as time. Of man consumed by an emotion. Be it anger, hate, desire, love, they all lead down the same path, they all lead to desperation. It becomes a flame. A spark. And they become obsessed with it, protecting it, cherishing it, feeding it whatever they can to make it bigger and stronger…

The Field

It was the fifth time in as many weeks he had gone to that field. It was also the fifth time in as many weeks he wondered why. It wasn’t an extraordinary field. Wasn’t one whose beauty demanded the showing of children and friends. Though that’s not to say the field was ugly, it was still very pretty, just not…

Unfamiliar

A man walking blindfolded

A tourist looking for an address but nobody speaks their language

A child being separated from their mother at the mall

A transfer student on the first day of school

Cowards Afraid of Falling

I’ve been here before, on the edge, so close that my toes are hanging off. I strain myself, my eyes wide and beholding, my neck arched to let me peer over without losing my balance. I take care not to fall, not to lose my footing and slip into the abyss.

Fate

It’s funny, isn’t it? How fragile a life is? How much the slightest difference can change somebody’s life forever? Think about it. What would be different if you had been born a year earlier? Would you still have your friends? Would you still have your memories? What if you had been born a few miles away? Would you…

Ants

Look at us

Following a trail laid out

Panicking when an obstacle blocks it

Only to find a different route

And with each obstacle we wonder why

From a Crane

I had a dream, a while ago. I only remembered it today. I was on a crane, with somebody else, I don’t remember who. I think it was a girl, but I can’t be sure. It didn’t really matter.

We were high up, way above the ground, and though there was wind, buffeting the crane and…

Who am I

Who am I?

Who are you?

Am I me?

Are you you?

Is the me I think is me, really me?

Is the you you think are you, really you?