Ripley Durrant sat on the floor in front of her television flipping through Vision feeds and eating cereal. A man in his underwear, a woman making breakfast, a child playing video games, none of it interested her really. She continued flipping out of habit. Nothing else was on. The fiction channels had long since went … Continue reading Vision

Paint Night

I flipped my turn signal on and pulled off the highway into Barefoot Bernie’s Bar and Grille. We were stopped at the intersection of the parking lot and the turning lane by an intimidating looking man wearing a black t-shirt and an ear piece. The black button clicked and the passenger window rolled down, letting … Continue reading Paint Night