Out of the Shadows_Barges_Take the dog with you while you're at it._Deathless
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Out of the Shadows
What had begun as any other patrol turned out to be a wicked, unforgiving night for Deputy Rennie Nyles. As she braced herself on her kitchen sink, she reviewed the events of the previous hours. She and her partner, Deputy Ski Thatcher, had been making their usual beat around their assigned Dallas area. He had munched and sipped casually on beef jerky and a stale styrofoam cup of coffee. He was fiddling with the window of the patrol vehicle when he asked, “You got a hubby?” She shook her head. “Maybe one day.” “No boyfriend?” “No.” “No fiancee? Am I invited to your wedding?” She lau...
Barges
The clouds tell stories. The clouds tell the past. I can see it all now. Lying on my back, barely conscious as we move forwards, cutting through hidden tributaries. Some of these we made ourselves. They afford camouflage, which gives us surprise, which gives us advantage.Shadows pass across my face. Occasionally, the sun intrudes. Such is its way. I swat my arm and it leaves me be. Another gnat.I watch the sky pass above. The clouds tell the future. And why not?The old man says we’re river folk. That’s the phrase he uses. I don’t know about any of that. I speak for myself. But the bones of o...
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“I really don’t mind, it’s up to you honey”. He doesn’t even look at her, not even make the effort to stop reading, sheltered behind the fortress of his newspaper. The black and pristine coffee table stands between them looking impassable as if it were some sort of forbidding ocean isolating the two of them, continents apart. Her long knitting needles forms a cross on her lap, the unfinished work dangling limply and grazing the floor. She just sits here on the armchair, glowering at the prints, hoping for spontaneous combustion that would prompt him to take action. But the paper only produces ...
Deathless
There was a lot of blood on the floor.“I’ll get that.”Kikimora startled where she stood frozen over a dirty table with a handful of half-filled bottles.“Oh. You’re back. He fine?”“He thinks he’s immortal,” Yaga grunted. “Of course he’s not fine.”Where a few hours ago there had been a party, there was a dark mahogany stain. The chairs have been moved aside, for the ease of clean up, and it helped her move around. The table was pushed from the centre of the room towards the small window, and in the middle of the checkerboard linoleum floor, the blood still pooled.Yaga licked her lips.“Did you to...