Driving Home
A Walking Tour of Hell – Epilogue
When it was time to go, they had no more words to say. So Jaded Tommy sat behind the steering of the battered rust-covered Jaguar and drove away. Merritt and Madame Harkness watched him go, the two-almost enemies consenting partners in their silent farewell.
When he exited the almost-deserted gates of the city of Larque, the burnt out light of the sun was just flickering over the horizon. Driving on the pock-marked asphalt road, he headed east and never looked back.
Most of the time he was alone on the highway, the orange sun and a few wisps of azure clouds high in the off-color sky as his companions. (more…)
Son of The Pitch
(For Jay)
The Pitch – Epilogue
The king is dead. Long live the king.
Max sat beside a small cairn of rocks on top of a hill overlooking Metro Manila. In the far distance, the looming Makati Citadel burned. Fortunately, the smoke was blowing northerly so he could see the burning tower like a torch amidst the glass towers of the business-commercial district.
Burn it all, he thought, burn it all down to the ground. It was a fitting tribute for his father. (more…)
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