Chapter 4 Reaching the bottom of the stairwell, I turn quickly into the room filled with red light- turned out it was a hallway. The smoke seemed thick, but was easy to breathe, I think it was a combination of black light and red light that gave this smoke an eerie lingering feeling but it was all just the lights,…
“No idea man- we just work below.” one of the men say, neither looking at me. I paused for a second and started backing up- I realized I didn’t work there and I didn’t want to get caught by people who did by asking a lot of dumb questions. I turn around to get back to Christie (whatever her name…
I lay hung over on Ryan’s porch watching the sun sink beneath the roofs of the houses. I liked the evenings in Portland when dealing with a hangover. The neighborhood trees are beautiful in deep autumn, a whirl of reds, oranges, yellows and greens blurring together in the fading sunlight. Lying on a porch was far too common for me…
I cough, and check my phone. Laying in the bed of my poetic paramour- she claims to be a poet anyway- I check Tumblr. This is set in the past. Also I must go back to the poet descriptor- see, she claims to be a poet but she’s only ever made one self-published book. She never actually writes any new…
