“What the hell is that?” E yelled to nobody in particular. “What the hell is that?” she repeated and threw an empty coffee mug against the living room wall. The ceramic pieces exploded on impact and danced through the annoying light of the LED lit room. E loved that mug and would realize that fact in a moment, whereupon another,…
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Father Time Gone
Martin sat on the park bench and closed his eyes. He listened to the rustling leaves in the trees and the ones already fallen to the ground, dancing across the grass. He tried to focus on the sounds of the children playing and not the high pitch whine coming from the streets behind him. So many familiar sounds. So many…