Blame is easy. It all has to be someone else’s fault. And they must change. Not me. Not us. They did this. They’re doing it, and they’re doing it to us. Fear. Hate. Terror. Doom. It’s all coming and it’s all coming thanks to the vague and horrible ‘they’. The television. The newspaper. And that…
Gut Feeling
It was the sort of silence that makes any sound seem louder. Clear crackle. Pop. As the flame danced. Excited in moments, subdued in others. The timid and occasional breeze swayed the amber this way and that, while the smoke staggered its way upwards. His mind was elsewhere as Jim went on with his story….
