Dispatches from the Void. V.III

It’s very strange being abroad while your country is in turmoil. There’s a sense of survivor’s guilt, mixed with a helpless “how do I get my family and friends out?”—and of course, the realization that none of that is simple. Immigration is difficult no matter where you go.

Dispatches from the Void. V.II

The household remains in upheaval as the energetic spaniel continues her reign of terror. The cats are plotting. We spectate.​ And await our fate.

The Art of the Fowl

Well we gone and damn got Runner up in Vocal’s ‘Absurdist Challenge’. Warning * They asked for the Absurd. ‘Nuff said.
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Chuck yawned in perfect sync with the buffering sun. Another day, another bit of grain. He rolled out of bed. Lethargic, he shuffled to the fridge. Empty. He sighed. The grocery store it was then.