Lying in Bed

Lying in bed, the man was nothing.

Laserwatch V: Checkmate

Wow. I’m fucking terrible at chess.

I am in a house I do not recognize,

Orion drank in eventide’s crisp delights.

Pure exhibition.

~ tales from a mysterious, melancholy, and meaningful forest

~ three micro-tales, microfictions, flash fictions, short(er) stories

“The Lyogith lives on upon the dance floor of Mr. Dia’s.”

The last man opened his weary lids and light filtered to his latest reality.

In a way, the ghost was free.