Nicholas Galante
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The Haunting of Jonathan Jones
The rain was just starting as Jonathan Jones pulled up in front of the library. I’m not supposed to be here, he thought, staring at the harsh fluorescent glow spilling out of the windows into the October night. I should be home with my feet up, drink in hand, TV blaring, with a fat Scottish Terrier asleep on my lap. He ducked his head into the collar of his coat and hurried across the road before he could get too wet. The place was deserted, which was par for the course for a Friday evening.
By Nicholas Galante4 years ago in Fiction
The Valley
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. It was a mantra of the older inhabitants of the Valley. Hana had heard her elders say as much many times, though she wasn’t sure that even the Valley’s oldest inhabitants were old enough to remember a time before the dragons. It was understood as a simple lesson passed down through the generations, a reminder that, though this was the normal way of life for her people, there had been a time before. It also felt to Hana like a warning: the dragons had come to the Valley once, and though it was so very long ago, they could just as easily depart. And where would the people of the Valley be then? The dragons were part of the fabric of their lives. They wouldn’t know what to do without them.
By Nicholas Galante4 years ago in Fiction
