Caprice Insco
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I mostly live in my head and you're welcome to browse the pictures hanging in there.
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Weapon of Choice
It was hot and still when Terre went to bed. It was one of those nights that sleep proved elusive and he was restless, his eyes open in defeat. After watching the shadows of window-framed trees wiggle on the wall, he flipped back toward the window with a sigh and looked outside. The landscape was lit up and he could see a hundred yards out. It was weird like that way up here in the mountains. Normally dark this far away from town, the landscape would light up when the moon was full. You didn’t even need a flashlight unless you went back in the trees. He was just closing his eyes when he saw a quick flash. He frowned and watched. There it was again, another flash. He couldn’t pinpoint the source, and worried maybe it was a spark from his fan, he sat up and turned it off.
By Caprice Insco5 years ago in Fiction
Happy Tails
The boy was a little small for his age but for 11 years old he was capable and wise. He had lost his parents a few years back in the great fires that had consumed the southwest and most of the life that lived there. He had been able to wriggle through a small mine opening and go underground outside Tonopah where he had grown up. His parents couldn’t follow. He learned to prefer underground, away from the brutal sun and other scavengers, because it was cooler, fresher, more defensible. Tucked away in an alcove, he was listening now because he heard rustling toward the mine entrance. He waited silently until the intruder became visible and was surprised to see a big, shaggy dog looking for food.
By Caprice Insco5 years ago in Fiction
