This Is Not The Way Home

Soon it will be dark. The palms will still sway and the water will not cease in its movement, but it will be dark.

By Kylar Loussikian

What Else Is New

Monday dawned warm and rainless. Buddy awoke early and shuffled about his room. He shifted a few papers. He packed his tin with grass and filled his gin flask. Then, with the relaxed calm one can only muster on such a pleasant day, Buddy lay back in his bed and considered the situation so subtly that in a few moments he was no longer thinking at all.

By Kylar Loussikian