Dentist’s Chair

This was the last word the dentist ever spoke.

Skeleconsciousness

Bruce hunched across from his doctor.

The wanderer’s steps fell under the serious moonlight.

They say the one that brings the rain is the only one worth the worship.

What a strange, stupid — hilarious — device to go to all this trouble for…

A wolf. A giant. A god.

The thrum of deep sound hearkens me to *return.*

The year is not so far away and the American government is humming along like a well-oiled machine.

There was a knock on his door.

Father finally brought me to see the fire.