A Fondness for Pearly White Beaches and Inconvenient Coincidences
“Honey, I’m home!” I said into the monotonous darkness that had managed to squeeze itself into every crevice of my living space. My girlfriend shut the front door behind her. Her long hair tangled itself around her head as she struggled to lug the rugged suitcase through the narrow entranceway.
The Ball Between my Shoulders
I stiffened as I carefully scanned the dining facility which was filled with muted chatter that on most days would blend to create a soothing harmony. There stood guards at both entrances, with strong postures, holding intimidating spiked poles against their obsidian armor which covered every inch of skin. They wore Kevlar helmets with tinted visors that failed to display any emotion from the face tucked away.