Konrad D. Frankowski
Bio
By day a professional marketeer. By night, an avid reader, an aspiring writer, and a supporter of emerging authors. Everything is a work in progress...
Stories (3/0)
Sanctuary
The air swelled suddenly and the dark sky above them was split with a jagged line of lightning, followed by a peal of loud rolling thunder. The sound startled the youngster, who grazed a few yards from his herd. He yanked his head up and lurched towards the lead mare, a grey veteran with soft eyes. He started galloping through the tall grass as his mane flowed in the wind that was picking up speed along with his strides.
By Konrad D. Frankowski2 years ago in Fiction
The Coffee
He was so still. The unmoving facial features were those I knew and grew up watching, but his energy was gone. He looked more like a lousy wax figure that resembled a person it was supposed to have depicted, but something was off. Either the symmetry of the eyebrows or the eyes too close together. I couldn't put my finger on it. Until I allowed myself to think it: he was dead.
By Konrad D. Frankowski2 years ago in Fiction
Ray
His presence startled the boy. Even without looking up, Ollie felt him standing in the far left corner of his room. Squeezed between a window and a bookcase. Silent, as always. He never spoke, as if embarrassed of the message he had to deliver. But Ollie knew. He was glad the man came. It meant she didn’t have to be on her own.
By Konrad D. Frankowski3 years ago in Fiction