K.W. Thomas
Bio
K.W Thomas lives in Upstate Hew York with his wife and children. His body of work is largely kept private, for the pleasure of his friends and family.
Stories (3/0)
Getting Lucky
The first thing Kane Saraci heard upon waking was the dusty white box fan in the corner of his bedroom. He overdid the whiskey last night he knew, because every passing blade made a whoosh sound that seemed just a hairs breadth quieter than a freight train. His tongue was dry and thick in his mouth, all he could taste was cigarettes and... Colts foot? Maybe, but the flavor was earthy and rich.
By K.W. Thomas3 years ago in Futurism
A Timely Visitor
Oliver had awoken sharply at 3:33am from what had sounded like the fluttering wings of large bird. He still observed the “my side of the bed” policy despite that his wife passed away at the age of forty-two from breast cancer some 6 months ago. His side was the left from the foot of the bed, closest to the the window. Resting on the limb of the large northern pine on the opposite side of the glass pane was a rather curious and charming barn owl. Russet crown feathers framed his handsome snow white face. As he cocked his head to the to the left, Oliver couldn't help but notice how black his eyes were, like obsidian marbles.
By K.W. Thomas3 years ago in Humans
