The Game

The old man sat at his desk, scanning the fresh-typed words. His Olympia Manual waited patiently. Silently. Eager to record any thoughts he felt like sharing. The words wouldn’t flow as they once did. There was a time when the hammers struck sparks and the words exploded off the page for those who read them. … Continue reading The Game

The Push

In half an hour, she would end it. This had been their bedroom. Now, it was his … she paused. Funny, she thought. There’s no word for the room where people wait for death. She moved efficiently. Clinically, like a nurse. In truth, that had been her role for some time now. He’d lingered for … Continue reading The Push