DarkFluidity

When the night is cold and long, the windows tight, the full moon outside shining through slats in the Venetian blinds, she returns. When echoes […]

You don’t trust the guy with the camera.  The angle of his head.  The way he leers.  The way he holds his camera like a […]

That night in April, Carl fell into shadows. Before that night, Carl lived a relatively simple life.  He had a wife, Lisa, who cared for […]

He has a key. It’s a nice key, heavy enough, a solid chunk of brass so old it’s almost black.  It tingles in his hand.  […]