Theo woke to the glaring orange light of a dancing fire breaking the stark darkness of a Vermont evening. It didn’t surprise him to recognize the massive stone fireplace and green Adirondak chairs gathered there. He was at the Last Stop Orchard. As he tried to wipe his face with his left hand, he realized his wrists were bound behind him.

The shop they were about to break into looked a lot like the last, except it was tucked away at the end of dusty dirt road in the middle of goddammed nowhere. “The fuck is this Tom?” Theo couldn’t hold the edge from his voice. Coming off of heroin was like injecting adrenaline straight into your veins. The body hated being slowed down like that, so it tried to counteract those toxins with feel good juices of its own.

A Tale of the Cosmos The room was brown and the milieu matched the hue. Dust hugged the walls in thin wafers of filth. Cobwebs hung in various corners and the drapes were stained with yellow smoke stains. A single television lived in the far-right corner of the room, resting on a chair instead of a table or hanging on the wall.

A Tale of the Cosmos Tom’s Toyota rumbled plaintively as they turned onto the pruned dirt road. He forgot to tell Theo that the exhaust was fucked and grumbled like a pissed off bull in the middle of a herd of cycling cows. Cops would eventually tire of the piece of shit car and pull it over just to tow it for faulty equipment.

A Tale of the Cosmos The autumnal woods were crunchy and sparse and Theo could see the brick building through the trees. His arm rested on a moist patch of mud barely covered by thin leaves and his breath bounced off the fallen log in front of him. “Ya sure they ain’t there today?” He asked Tom. Tom was laid out next to him.

The drive was quiet. Auntie Rachael hummed an ancient tune to herself as they wound their way up the mountain. Twilight was in full bloom. The thick forests lining the mountain roads were shaded like an oil canvas painting. Textures and underbrush blend into one another and the trees waved their stickly arms into the blackening sky. Charlie had only been to the church once and that was when he was a child, the last time he saw his parents.

Good morning all, This will be a short post as it is largely unplanned. I hereby dub Fridays Fantasy Friday! One of my side projects (my current hyper-fixation) has been progressing nicely. I've get several world wide rules developed, a (currently) simple government style, and, I think, a narration style. So on Friday's I'll be dropping bits of that (largely unedited) piece of writing.

A Story of the Cosmos Charlie’s walk home was lonely. Autumn had begun to show its face on the mountain town of Burburry. The cool wind breezing from the lake stirred leaves and threatened the heat of the summer. His eyes were still wet and the wind bit at the moisture gathering in the corners of his eyes, making him blink away both the pain and the tears.