Fiction Friday: Immortal

The Hill The Hill was what the Americans called their parliament building. It was all stone and endless hallways with no windows. It was boorish. Julian knew it was not ‘parliament’ but he stood with his hands clasped behind his back looking distastefully at a statue of one of the founding fathers. He was parliament […]

Fiction Friday: Out of Retirement

The light of the television screen painted the tan carpet in a washed out blue strobe. There was no sound, closed captioning trying desperately to keep up with what was being spoken on the screen. Fire engines and police vehicles created a spectacle of lights in front of the giant vintage milk container that made […]