Salis (Chapter I)

Salis continued on her southward course, dodging thistle and briar, cobweb and lowing-hanging limb, but eventually found herself precisely where she had intended to be: lost. It was one of those sorts of arguments of which you can never afterwards remember the cause that had sparked her juvenile fury and burned a path through the woods. She had sharply pronounced her intention of running away, and, in step with her under-breath cadence and the slam of the screendoor, marched headlong into those solemn deciduous boughs with every intention of getting lost — of making them sorry.

Posted on Wednesday, March 31, 2010 by David Gregg | 0 comments | Links to this post
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Eleven Years

The world has come to an end—at least as far as I am concerned. I say "as far as I am concerned" because the subject to which I refer is "humanity" and I seem to be the only existing specimen. Today, I am Humanity.

I have seen not a dieing human soul in eleven years. Neither have I seen a living one.

Posted on Monday, March 29, 2010 by David Gregg | 0 comments | Links to this post
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The Wall

There was a wall too high to scale,
too thick to tunnel through,
too long to pass by routing trail,
too deep to try that too.

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