Barry Hess
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My Shelter, My Heart
My Shelter, My Heart By Barry Hess What little sunlight there was, was almost too much for Charles to take as he stumbled from his underground shelter. Even with smoke in the air, it was brighter than he remembered. The smoke from unchecked fires that had filled the air thinned quickly when the winds and rain kicked up. It was Fall, and the sprinkle turned quickly into a downpour. It was with great appreciation that Charles took in great gulps of the rainwashed air. It’d been almost 2 years since he had talked to or seen anyone, and his lair wasn’t dark, but it wasn’t bathed in bright light either. He had plenty of food and water and he had even built a septic system into his fallout shelter. He was very careful to anticipate everything he could if he ever had to resort to using it.
By Barry Hess5 years ago in Fiction
My Shelter, My Heart
My Shelter, My Heart By Barry Hess What little sunlight there was, was almost too much for Charles to take as he stumbled from his underground shelter. Even with smoke in the air, it was brighter than he remembered. The smoke from unchecked fires that had filled the air thinned quickly when the winds and rain kicked up. It was Fall, and the sprinkle turned quickly into a downpour. It was with great appreciation that Charles took in great gulps of the rainwashed air. It’d been almost 2 years since he had talked to or seen anyone, and his lair wasn’t dark, but it wasn’t bathed in bright light either. He had plenty of food and water and he had even built a septic system into his fallout shelter. He was very careful to anticipate everything he could if he ever had to resort to using it.
By Barry Hess5 years ago in Fiction
The Very Last Page
The Very Last Page By Barry Hess Wallace was one of those people who kept mostly to himself. He did his accounting job in the city well enough. He wasn’t a superstar, but his production was more than adequate to secure his employment. His weekends were free of worry, and he made good use of them. More than anything else he enjoyed camping alone in the forests of New England. He was especially fond of northern New Hampshire. There was something about the smell; the sheer beauty Mother Nature offered; and the moist chill in the air that just can’t be experienced anywhere else in the World. He spent almost every weekend in the woods, somewhere.
By Barry Hess5 years ago in Fiction
