by Kenneth Clay
THE PRESENT “She said it was Satan.” Paul added. “Did she see where he ran off to? I mean, if we trace his footsteps that’ll lead us right to him. I assume this town has traffic cameras, correct?” I said. James perked up. “All we’d need is just a map of...
by Kenneth Clay
THE PRESENT (OR PAST, WHATEVER YOU LIKE) It was now three-in-the-afternoon. A week before, I had got a call from my boss, telling me to go down to Arizona for a job. Another murder case. No problem, I had solved them before and I would continue to do so. So I packed...
by Kenneth Clay
THE FUTURE “Wake up, Mr. Sander.” “Wake up…” “Wake up now…” I opened my eyes and softly rose up. There was no light inside this room, save for a television playing nothing but static. In between the lines, I saw faces staring back at me. And...
