Stories tagged “bell”

  • Houses Of The Holy

    We slid into port last night on the tide, tying our ship up to a fog enshrouded dock where neither longshoreman nor streetwalker stirred. Aftweward, we slept the sleep of the dead; the storm we’d just ridden out having sapped the strength from ou...

  • Waiting, Waiting, Summer!

    Two slabs of rubber hang suspended by chains, empty and hot under the early summer sun. A rut is worn beneath the swings and clay filled mud colors the puddles a golden hue. Time here holds still like it is waiting for something; the weeds peaking from...