Wino was dead. Gone. I was completely unable to do anything about it. He had a seizure and fell at some awful time in the A.M. and something was terribly wrong with him. I listened…
The quiet was killing me. A lack of any background noise involving crickets, frogs, traffic or even a fan allowed me to hear every bump from the apartment above me. I also heard every strange…
Seven of the almost translucent legs rested on my skin. The eighth moved back and forth and looked as though it was tracing one of the grooves of my fingerprint. My chin was planted in…