Short Stories According to Mike
So what is this...
This is not so much a blog as a place to collect short stories and introduce new ones.
The current story unfolding is DefCon 0. and it will be moving to it's own blog page soon as it is proving to be less a short story and more of a short novel.
Then I will begin again.
- Meeshan (life on the streets)
- The Night I met myself
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Defcon 0.1 a tale of the Wasteland.
"Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think "
From The Waste Land by T.S.Eliot
There was really only one thing that made Frank different from most survivors- Frank could read. It is a weird thing to be literate in a largely illiterate world. Frank was always impressed by this. It gave him a keen advantage that he had used over and over again since he had awoken one morning in the Remains to find himself alone. Frank sat in the shreds of cloth that made the resting place and waited.
Excerpts from "A Dog Story" March 8, 2012
The dog first found the man bleeding in the snow on the lower slopes of the McKenzie Mountains late one spring. The dog, an Alaskan Husky mutt watched the man as he knelt in the snow the crimson stain before him. The man stared off down the slope towards the town at the bottom- its lights ablaze in the late evening dusk. The man did not move save for an occasional shudder between his shoulders.
The Dog waited for his packmate a ways off. He had known that Death was coming up the hill from the town. He knew the Man would have to die, the Man’s pack would not let his crime go unpunished. It was the way of the Man’s pack.
When his mate came loping through the snows to come nose to nose with him, he let her smell the man on his scent. She growled softly in unhappy jealousy. The Dog licked her and she nuzzled him back. They would remain mates for more moons at least.