J. Michael Gorday

Desolation of Time

The pain pierced scream cut off in a gurgle somewhere out in the darkness. “Matthias”, his brain whispered as he rocked frenetically in his hiding place. That same brain was working slowly, slowly to withdraw from reality; to distance itself from the actuality that this was to be his final day of breath. Only Jamie’s locket, held tightly clenched in an icy hand, anchored him where he was.