Article taken from the Balendup Tributary, dated February the 19th 1996 New Creek Crossing a 'Bridge to Balendup's Future' 'The sky was never really a limit,' Geffrey Markson announced to the collected media pit today, its mass of mottled journalists clipping irregularly over ardent note taking and a gaze that was yet to unsettle the … Continue reading The Balendup Tributary II
Month: March 2022
Afternoon at a Yard of Bricks and Lawn
The heat was pleasant, in the distance of several fence-lines a lawnmower hummed against the melody of a Sunday afternoon. The smell of dry-cut grass, the call of laughter from the park across the road, every piece had been interwoven into a tapestry of the perfect day and its beautiful simplicity was awashed with a … Continue reading Afternoon at a Yard of Bricks and Lawn
Come As You Are
Come as you are; for that is how we’ll remember you. It was cold, I can remember the mist as your pale smile said goodbye and you turned to step into absence, words caught in ice and wisping from existence just as if the night too had left me alone. The white light of the … Continue reading Come As You Are
A Confrontation in the Lobby
'Now open the door before I open it with you,' Tony Valleri said in a brutalist form of monotone to the porter who stood by the entrance to Krisnial's hotel. The crime boss had a bluntness lain upon his every inflection implying to anyone in his vicinity that they were about to become a statistic. … Continue reading A Confrontation in the Lobby
Sunday Short Stories 