Blake

The Antiquarian August 3, 2021

Dancing With Death

I slammed my drink back and set the glass in front of Blake before walking past him. Never taking my eyes off the statuette, I grabbed the bottle of bourbon off the bar. I took a healthy swig, wiping my mouth with the back of my opposite hand, still fixated on the dancing couple.

The Antiquarian July 19, 2021

Meeting the Family

As Blake unlocked the inside doors, something began to stir in my soul. I felt a heaviness in the air. I felt sadness, pain, and heartache. My hands began to shake as the urge to cry fought with the urge to scream. I stopped just short of the threshold, fearing what I felt beyond.