by Kenneth Clay
The ambulances arrived quickly, and so did Paul. I stood under the overhang, smoking a cigarette with a ghastly look on my face. Like a long shadow was covering me. I didn’t get it. Did reality just glitch? Was I schizophrenic? I had to be crazy. So when Paul...
by Kenneth Clay
James fell asleep as soon we got in the car. He laid his head against the window and snored, while a blonde lock of hair dangled in his mouth. The moon was bright tonight, a shimmering crescent. And the stars weaved their patterns through the sky. I took a right and...
by Kenneth Clay
We stood outside the bar after it had closed, too drunk to drive. The only car in the parking lot was our own own. Around it, was the midnight chirping of crickets. Just behind a thin layer of fog was the illuminating moon. Around it, was a bay of stars. James sat...
by Kenneth Clay
I stomped my cigarette out. We had pulled into the bar and found it to be an utter wasteland. Come to think of it, everything in this town was an utter wasteland. Thirty-five-thousand people and yet there were still ghosts. The highway on ramp was just down the...
by Kenneth Clay
My eyes glazed over as I drifted on the way to Birdland. Something about this Podunk desert town made me sleepy. Most of it was just empty space. Vast mountains. Rolling hills. And up in the sky, surrounded by shades of indigo, a thin moon hung. It was evening. I had...
