The Apple in the Birdcage

I stood in the center of the room smoking my cigarette and preparing for his arrival, stiffening my posture each time a car drove by. Fifteen minutes past noon. He was toying with me, making me wait and exercising his dominating hand. He was letting me know my place. Surrounded by the colorful remains of … Continue reading Mask-Maker

I grabbed the gun just in case but felt ridiculous for doing so. All this talk about occultism and satanic baby killers had made me crazy. Michael made me crazy. I believed him. I didn’t believe him. I know what I saw. I didn’t know. Stuffing the gun into the waistband of my pants, I … Continue reading The Grim Reaper