A gunshot is a deceptively simple thing.
We were five days out of a resupply stop in Cape Verde and bound for the New World when the heavy fog came on us.
He made his decision after the last park in the waterfront was razed.
Black Lake was Pop’s favorite place.
Nameless is so lost.
Drinks on the bar top
Ritual pending, inhibition erasure waiting in liquid form.
Every night I ride the skies on my dragon. I soar in the wind, flash through the layers of cloud, leap across great distances in a heartbeat. I am a friend and rival to the great airliners that cruise the heavens, a consort of stars