A bedsheet can make a fine noose with proper anchoring.
A bullet would feel better than the future.
My hand reaches out and slaps the coffeemaker lightly.
A nanny on each level oversees the preservation of the lives there.
It is something a person waking from a six-century slumber wouldn’t even notice.
A silence in the air presses deeper than the cold, bringing the realization that the worst part of dying is doing it alone.
Here’s what Tom would like you to know:
Tom lives in a town you wouldn’t find on the map, with his wife Jenn, Kratos and Helios (elderly dogs), Special Agent Fox Mulder and Wednesday Addams (trained feral cats), and an old chinchilla named Sirius Black. He writes when he isn't working and hopes you find something more authentic than enjoyment in his words. You can read more of his Scriptura at https://tombraccini.substack.com/