Circles (Un)Broken - Ch. 2 : Anton
CIRCLES (UN)BROKEN II. ANTON * * * Anton didn't remember much about the moments after he and Sam got out of the mines. He remembered walking along the desert for what seemed like miles with his arms around Sam's shoulders... or perhaps...
Circles (Un)Broken - Ch. 5 : Samuel
CIRCLES (UN)BROKEN V. SAMUEL * * * Sydney Braun was a peculiar man. No one knows where he came from, or how he arrived in town. From what Sam had heard, the otter appeared around ten years ago, found by a couple who had been out for a picnic....
Part VII - Who Are You, Taking Coffee No Sugar
Leo came down in the morning without a shirt. He'd woken up to find it gone from the neat pile on the floor. "Huh," Will hadn't sounded surprised. "Guess you're not wearing a shirt today then, pup." The living room held only that dim, clear, faintly...
Part XII - The Marks of Wanton Hunger
"What about Thursday?" "Won't he have," Sam didn't bother getting up from the couch, "work in the morning?" "He oughta have enough PTO to take one day off, though," Will yelled up the basement stairs. "It's at least worth asking!" \> Thurs? "You...
Part XI - That You and He Might Touch Each Other
The thing about profound, transformative experiences--an evening spent on your knees in the upper bathroom of the Stag, for example--is they transform only you. The rest of the world, and your daily life in it, cares very little. It carries on much the...
Part V - No Laws to Treat My People Ill
"Oh it was fascinating, the seminar on impasto technique actually came to blows! Between the Van Gogh faction and the Rembrant fans!" judging from the stoat's tone this was wonderful news. "Convention security had to taser three different...