Cure

Back on the balcony, he peered through his custom-made scope and up into the night sky. ~ Where are you?

Versus: Death

Being unafraid of death doesn’t save you from it.

As always, Detective Cobe riffed to his partner while on patrol. On past and present. On the law and its shadow.

There’s a place I visit in my dreams.

After he fired the little knives from his string, The Archer was not one fit for standing still.

Adam’s first conscious memory was of the film Mr. Smith Goes to Washington,

On a wall behind a food truck at Sixth, a half-finished face garnered the attention of a group of kids.

The Saint Michael raced across the tracks as the sun peeked the mountains.

Boxes and lines gleamed within the screen. The mind went with them.