Pomp

Pomp

Absolutely, everyone had noticed at this point, but they were all either too spiteful or too embarrassed for themselves or her to say anything to her face directly. There stood the possibility that she, herself, actually knew of the situation about which everyone else also knew. If he were a betting man, he would say that the chance that she knew that everyone gossiped about her equaled exactly one-hundred percent. Whether or not she knew about what they all gossiped, he could not say. Read more

Adopted

Adopted

Synthetic describes the overhead, ambiance-ruining muzak that simultaneously blares too loudly and yet, also not loud enough to drown out the obnoxious jingles of the store next door selling electronics-type goods. She imagines that the sound embodies a sort of harpsichord/pianoforte synthesis. Stark, the air grows more dull each artificially lit moment by artificially lit moment. Read more

Watching

Watching

You never meant to find yourself at this place, standing tall above a prostrate person as he sleeps, peacefully, blissfully unaware of the future that waits to strike him down, relieve him of his life. You can’t help but wonder what will happen to him, really, after you blow this bullet through his head. Nothing with regards to the physical toil and toll, obviously, but metaphysically, you wonder; what happens next? How does the final exit unfold? Where does “he” end up? Read more