Aspiring novelist. Just excercising the craft here.
When I return to the spot I left behind Gabriel had been dead for more than thirty years. It is a small place, unremarkable and unlooked for, in the Mojave: a shack with a large Joshua tree growing out front, where its gnarled branches cast shadows in the shape of a grasping hand upon the walls. This is where Gabriel died. It is where I have come to die.
Time is. Time Was. Time will always be: An unbroken wheel that turns steady, reliable, and strong as steel. Those words were playing on loop as perspiration-slick hands gripped a glass coffee cup and the brown liquid splashed. Froth fell to the table, white cloth blotted brown. Time had brought its change, small though it was. The danger of a worse spill was high as Lazar Petrović brought the glass to his lips, hoping no one would find alarm in his twitchiness. No one did, but the caffeine did not help the jitters. Everyone’s heads were instead bowed low and those with companions spoke in whispers. Lazar was not the only man on edge that morning.
Up in Flames
Prologue The flames danced under the stars. Parker sat down underneath the oak tree by the old elementary school, watching the town down below the hill smolder slowly. It was almost beautiful, with the red and yellow tongues of flame surging through the darkness of the night. Even from where he was sitting, Parker could feel the warmth coming from yonder in the crisp night air. It was the town the way that he had never seen it before… A town one could say that he was seeing in a new light. Yes, beautiful was the word he would use to describe the moment.