Micah Brodsky

Bloodfeather

Detective Stephen Cohen had never been afraid of the dark. Maybe this fascination was what led him to pursue a career as a detective. If he was able to brave the physical night, he could find out why people were afraid of it in the farthest corners of the brains of criminals. Unfortunately, his small town’s worst crime was someone stealing a letter off of the local church announcement board to make it a dirty word. So right after he had graduated high school, he moved to the big city where the crimes were much more diverse. He made a name for himself working for a popular agency and he settled into a new routine pretty quickly. Wake up, eat, work, sleep, repeat. Time began blending together until he could only differentiate the days by the amount of traffic at the bar underneath his apartment (Monday night was karaoke, Tuesday night was sports, so on and so forth). He barely remembered to buy groceries, much less have any sort of a social life.