Guardian’s War 22: Throwing it All Away, Part 2

“Come on, we are going,” Job said. He shook my foot and I looked up at him. It was morning. I was never awake in the morning. I wanted to tell him to fuck off and then go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. This was his house. I was his guest. I had no… Continue reading Guardian’s War 22: Throwing it All Away, Part 2

Guardian’s War 20: The Mob

New things were put into place. I was never to be left alone again. While Bekah was asleep, I was with Job and Anton. When I was at school that was fine, but after school, I would go to the Art Department and wait in Bekah’s labs. She was an art student so she had… Continue reading Guardian’s War 20: The Mob

Guardian’s War 15: Morgo Porgo

We took Katherine for obedience training. She gripped on to it well and began to draw a lot of pride from doing exactly what we asked her to as soon as we asked. I still had trouble walking her because she wanted to be out front. Wanted to be scouting ahead instead of staying right… Continue reading Guardian’s War 15: Morgo Porgo

Guardian’s War 13: A Lungful of Smoke

Not asleep. Not awake. It’s after two in the morning. Bekah is asleep, and I crawl out of bed unable to fall into a solid rest. I get to the living room and I let Katherine out of her crate and the two of us sit on the couch. I am petting her. I lay… Continue reading Guardian’s War 13: A Lungful of Smoke

The Man in the Dark

Job had come home early and found me drunk and weeping. The phone calls had been going all night, and when all was said and done, the whole of the body had passed out except him. When Job walked into the house, the man in the dark bedroom slipped his hand under the blankets and… Continue reading The Man in the Dark

Creature in the Wastes, Part 2

Sunshine filled the room. Adam stood in its light basking in the warmth and the happiness it brought. He turned to his Lincoln Logs sitting in the corner, to the small black and white television sitting in the other and the soft bed, made with pressed sheets and gentle blankets, and he giggled. “I want… Continue reading Creature in the Wastes, Part 2

Smilin’ Jack, Part 4

Darkness and Job’s couch. I was asleep, and though lightning and rain raged out beyond the door, I was safe. Safe from homelessness, safe from starvation. But barely. Job had opened his house to me, had lent me succor from the streets. But I could not work. I was too far gone for that. I… Continue reading Smilin’ Jack, Part 4