MUSIC tinkling in the background, the stuffed
BUNNY lay forgotten on the bed––
BANAL in comparison to the
GODLY, otherworldly beings knocking on the window.
Author: Steven Robertson
Bugles
ASHEN-faced, what was
AMISS took me a minute. A
BUGLE was missing, that
TRAITor hunger snatched it from my fingertip.
Muddy Roads
1.
Sigma 736
VIDEO evidence doesn’t lie; the
TEETH and claw marks all over the
HOTEL room indicate that Specimen
SIGMA 736 has escaped…
Perspective
GOING through the village, taking in each
HOVEL, windowless, doors without
HINGE or knob; yet contentment is no
QUIRK but mainstay.
Diner Dash
DINER plate special, once edible, now an
INGOT on the plate; mention it to
SULLY, the short-order cook, and in a
TRICE you’ll regret you said a word.
HAZMAT
NYLON hazmat suits pulled from the
SHELF, respirators and gloves to ward off the
VIRAL invasion, but Captain Trips won’t
BUDGE one inch of ground.
Newcomers
COYLY peeking from behind cover, we saw from the
STYLE of tack on each
HORSE: these were no mere
LUNCH customers come to the tavern.
JWST
SPECK of light stands out on a dark blanket,
OVOID patterns swirl in the fabric like
FERAL animals rampant in the wilds, chased by
NYMPHS of dark matter and gravity.
Point of No Return
POINT of no return, there on the banks of the
REEDY Sea, still red from the
FATAL alchemy wrought by that man who needs
REHAB from the desert.