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In the Small Hours

Memory & A Man Walking On His Hands

An Encounter on the Roof

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It’s the sounds I notice first.The beep of machines, the low hiss of air through ventilation ducts, the muffled thumps of footsteps nearby.It’s like I’m aware, but I’m not awake.It’s strange. I can feel a mattress under me, a needle sticking into my arm, the warm, dry air of wherever I am.But I don’t know where I am or how I got here. Suddenly worried, I try to open my eyes. They won’t open.    I try to lift my arms, to touch my face.   They won’t move.    Now I’m afraid.    I hear voices, indistinct but coming closer. A doorknob rattles and hinges squeak. Moving air washes over me.    “And he...zBfone door

In the Small Hours

Michelle Ryan sits in her bed, cigarette hanging from her mouth, back leaning on the headboard, fingernails clawing into the comforter. “Why doesn’t she call?” Her heart races, the thrum vibrates in her ears. “Where is she? God, I’m so sorry. I hope she’s all right.” Michelle tilts her head to the nightstand; a half glass of wine lies next to an empty bottle. Her eyes dig into the red numbers on her clock, 3:13 AM.Michelle’s shaky hand reaches for the wineglass. The phone rings, disturbing the beat of her thumping heart. Her mouth opens, the cigarette sticks to her lip for a moment, and the bu...zBfone door

Memory & A Man Walking On His Hands

This is my worst nightmare.  I’m alone, in the middle of an alleyway, way after the sun has clocked out. There’s one street lamp, but it taunts me. “I can just choose not to flicker back on. I can just go out for good, and you won’t even be able to see a foot in front of you.” There’s patches of grass and dirt hugging the brick walls that are at my sides. Thought: Ahead, or backwards. Your only two options. Make the right choice. I reach up to adjust the glasses on my face, but of course they aren’t there. They’re never on my face. My mother would be judging me right now. “What’s the point in ...zBfone door

An Encounter on the Roof

“You know… if your hand keeps shaking like that, you’ll just drop the gun.”  Justin gritted his teeth and held on to the cold gun in his hand – although it still seemed to tremble slightly. “Why did you do it?” The man standing a few meters from him wore dark brown pants with a white button up. His hands were in his pockets, and he leaned back comfortably, his back touching the railing of the roof lightly. The sun seemed to shine down upon his head in a way that his blond hair glowed into a halo, and his eye lashes cast down a gentle shadow on his cheeks. He looked at Justin with a steady, c...zBfone door