THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE

He was sweating. His back ached. His arms couldn't carry the heavy parcel much further along the pedestrianised street. 4300, 4301, 4302... Almost there. He didn't think about the walk back to the start of the street that awaited. His car was parked outside house No.1. 4376. He had made it. He dropped the parcel … Continue reading THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE

HUGO

Paris, 1829. Victor hastened along the snow-covered street.  A warm fireside awaited him. Soon he would be surrounded by dear Adèle and his children, no doubt excited by the late snowfall. 'Excusez-moi monsieur, a few francs for a veteran?' The beggar held out his hand. Victor drew back, revulsed at the sight of the disfigured … Continue reading HUGO

THE NEW FRONTIER

Dust blew over the barren landscape. Tumbleweed rolled through the desert and piled up on the side of the buildings. The buildings made up the main street, the only street, of Cody, Wyoming. Outside the saloon, Jensen swept the wooden decking. As soon as the brush removed a layer of sand, the wind blew a … Continue reading THE NEW FRONTIER