Existential Sniper II

No breath now. All that was left was the finger on the trigger. And the mark…

A New Challenger

Battered but as of yet unbroken, Dick sat in his spot.

“What you need to get is that in any relationship, in any single conversation, there are five layers.”

Crisp, golden, swirling foam filtered down the hatch.

A dagger, a hazy hallway, and a half-remembered dream wafted into notice.

“So what are you really doing here?”

~ tales from a mysterious, melancholy, and meaningful forest

The old man walked up the steps in rumination.

“So what is your new year’s resolution?”

Three men sat at a table in a dingy bunker of a room.