Drunk Luck

“Stop right there, Gaia,” BlackJack said. He stood in the center of the street, both hands on his hips, while pedestrians fled the scene along both sidewalks. His black and red harlequin costume billowed in the wind; the bells on the ends of his jester hat jingled. Moments ago Gaia erupted from beneath the police…

Stone Cold

“Cadence,…” Gale called her daughter as the girl exited the car. The bony girl adjusted her backpack as she turned around. She swept loose strands of her coffee-brown hair out of her eyes. “Yeah?” she asked. “If you ever feel cornered…,” Gale began. Cadence sighed at the subject matter but stayed long enough to listen….