The Bell Keeper_I Am the Resurrection_The Head Nodders_An Overnight Guest
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The Bell Keeper
** Capital punishment.** The paint was not of the most recent and neat, but the Tic-Tac-Toe’s Xs and Os staining it resembled fine embroidery. Flies found death in the old wall’s cracks and printed their last shadows on it, like stamps on a postcard nobody is pleased to receive.The four walls surrounding him had the night sky as a roof and dark stones as a floor. Handy was not sure it was night but if it was then that night was the longest the world could expect. Thirty years. Thirty years in the dim light of something that looked like a distant lit candle steadily blinking at him. The flies w...
I Am the Resurrection
Tristan Frost blew the dust off of a stack of gold coins. His miniature tower of wealth was more money than anyone else had in Atlantis. He stood behind the counter at the trading post and awaited his next customer. Atlantis, a forgotten town on the road to nowhere, was nestled deep inside the New Mexico Territory. At its height, Atlantis was a pit stop on the southern route to California. But now, after the gold rush, Atlantis saw more tumbleweeds than passers through.“Mr. Frost?” Jacob Smith said with sunken eyes and a dry mouth.Frost turned his head with the minimum amount needed to acknowl...
The Head Nodders
She watches his body language through the camera, his neck taut, hands gesturing widely at the empty space in front of him. Ray is her last client of the day and has spent the last half hour waving around a cigarette – unlit, as if he is waiting for someone to light it for him. “I told them all they needed to do was make me a list,” he says, “and I would go to the store for them. Or I’d have it delivered.” In her work as a licensed therapist, she has found thawww.onedoor.cct most issues start with the banal things, the mundane. The dishes that remained unwashed, someone’s husband sneezing too loudly, TV sho...
An Overnight Guest
The splintering wooden door rattled as it was knocked upon, startling the woman inside her small, street-side home. Well, not entirely street side, as it was the last door on the right tucked in the alleyway between two brick, ivy-ridden buildings. Therefore, her front door was significantly removed from the street, making late-night visitors, or visitors of any sort, incredibly rare.The woman froze, head swiveling to face the narrow hallway leading to the front door. Her chest thundered, and an ache tightened her stomach. Silence followed.Confusion melted into curiosity. She forced herself t...