Category Archives: They Walked in Beauty, Like the Night (1987~1990)

The Thing I Came For   April 14, 1987 2:30 a.m.   The moment had come with shocking swiftness, when the last of the morphine was gone and the awful sound began to unfurl from the grievously injured woman in … Continue reading →

[author’s note: this story was originally conceived in response to a June 2016 monthly story challenge on the “BatBland” website; the requirements for the story were that 1) it had to begin with the words It is a truth universally … Continue reading →

April 12, 1987 With the tiniest, the softest of sighs she stops breathing. Only moments from home and help, Vincent is pierced through by the death whisper that would have been inaudible to other ears. He has been listening for … Continue reading →

April 12, 1987, In the City of New York The softest of sighs. The tenderest…. Death and Vincent understand one another. The woman has stopped breathing. He unfolds her from his shoulder to the tunnel floor, cursing the puddles. She … Continue reading →

This story began its life in 2013 as my contribution to a WFOL2014 Round Robin (chapter 4.) The authors of the 3 chapters preceding mine established some “givens” (Catherine’s father’s deep– and very reasonable– concerns about her happiness and her … Continue reading →