Will Entrekin
Stories (4/0)
Within
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The first time he led her to the room, after she had brought him food and drink and then he had bid her follow him, they ascended more stairs than she counted into darkness. By the light of the hearth she had beheld his kind eyes, and at first she followed his thick leather boots up wooden stairs. Candles in the stone walls became fewer and farther between, their small flames guttering before fading away, and eventually she was following not her vision of him but his heavy footsteps, the deep sound of his breath, the lingering warmth of his body.
By Will Entrekinabout a year ago in Fiction
No Place. Like Home.
Time is blurry. It’s hard to remember, but we used to use numbers and definite articles. Covid-19. The pandemic. That was before the variants. Delta was first, overtaking India and the United Kingdom before literally decimating everyone in the United States who hadn’t yet been vaxxed. Before Echelon, we still thought there was hope. Still thought we could leave behind our masks when we went out into the heat waves and the arid air.
By Will Entrekin3 years ago in Futurism