Hill Burset
Bio
Another struggling writer trying to make it in the digital world.
Stories (2/0)
Condemned
The decision to move to upstate NY hadn’t been an easy one. It started when my wife Patricia brought it up to me as I lay convalescing in a hospital bed. Ten plus years I had walked the beat in the sleepy, seaside town of Belmar, NJ. Ten years of breaking up college parties, domestics, and the occasional purse snatcher. After all that relative peace, I hadn’t expected to get jumped and have my knees shattered by some tweakers in the middle of a midnight robbery. Here I was, though. Career decidedly ruined, painkillers not working as well as I would like, with a wife talking about uprooting our family to someplace “safer”. I wouldn’t be telling the truth if I said that, at that moment, I agreed to the idea just to shut her up. I was in pain. Not thinking clearly. In the end, consent laws may protect you from testifying when under the influence, but they mean less to nothing to an upset woman with a small child whose husband could have been killed. So, to the wonderful world of Zillow she went.
By Hill Burset3 years ago in Fiction
The Status Quo
The quiet of the night was so oppressive that every noise the courier made as she ran seemed magnified to her. Every footstep, every labored breath, every time she moved her auburn hair out of her eyes were as clear and echoing as a gunshot in the narrow aisle of industrial buildings. As she ducked into an alcove to catch her breath, her brown eyes darted about nervously. The corridors between metropolises were meant for official travel and logistic maintenance only; if any systems noticed her unauthorized presence, she could be offlined in moments. She checked her jammer and made sure it was still functioning, but this did little to comfort her. The idea that a split second glitch or battery failure could be the difference between a clear run and her demise hung over her head like a Sword of…
By Hill Burset3 years ago in Fiction