Sublime

“Because I must call you something,

VICTOR wasn’t thinking of the weather. He hardly felt the cold through his coat. He was too busy trying to picture what Eli’s face would look like when he received their message. Trying to picture the shock, the anger, and threaded through it all, the fear. Fear because it could only mean one thing. Victor was out. Victor was free. And Victor was c

Who would gamble their very self on a game of chance?”

Victor set his pen aside and rolled a bag of bagels across the counter toward her. In the corner of the kitchen sat several bags of groceries. He nodded at them. “Don’t know what you eat, so…” “I’m not a puppy,” she said, fighting back a smile.

talisman.

ichor

She stands there until she realizes she is waiting. Waiting for someone to help. To come and fix the mess she’s in. But no one is coming. No one remembers, and if she resigns herself to waiting, she will wait forever. So she walks.

There was something dangerous about Eli, about the calm way he smiled and the lazy way he moved.