Keith needed a coffee . The Ethiopian place looked closed from the look of it. He thought about suggesting they try opening the door to see if maybe they were still in service. Immediately after the thought he decided against it.

The two continued their walk. The wind was no longer...

He drove around the city more. About 60 percent of it was out of power from what he could tell. It excited him in a way. A mini  apoclypse . He kept checking his phone to see if Max had tried contacting him. Nothing yet. Nobody. He hadn't gotten a...

Once alone again the thrill waned. Regret came. Why had she told the gals? She knew why, but she questioned her ethics. She was weak. Willing to throw someone else under the bus for a cheap dose of stimulation. This is what the other gals looked from her. Juicy tales...

There was no note. A  mom wouldn't lie about that. She had no reason to. Doug thought this on a loop for five minutes until he finally moved on to: but what if she's lying?

In what circumstance would Charlie's mom conceal the fact that there was a note. When the...

"Man what the fuck were you doing out there. Don't you know there's a storm?"

Keith thought, that's exactly why I'm out. Preparing of course. But could sense Max viewed the storm differently.

"I got unlucky. Was out taking care of errands. Storm happened while I was at the store."

Keith was thinking...

In a perfect world Doug would've gotten bored. Reflected on things. Maybe while looking out the window and enjoying that first cup of coffee watching the birds. Suddenly he would've remembered how his old coworker always talked about them damn birds. This would've made him miss the poor schmuck. He...

When he noticed the power was out, the first thing he did was locate the flashlight and the lantern . Both battery powered. Then he checked how much battery his phone had. 83 percent. Not bad. He turned it on low power mode. Reduced the brightness. Made sure the internet...

He took one puff of the magic. Then another. Max immediately craved a third. Could something be called magical if its powers waned this quick?

His lips wrapped over the  vape . Then all he could see was the purple glow. The room had gone black. Suddenly it was very quiet....

It wasn't Godot's number. It was a name. Someone from his old office he wasn't close enough to in order to memorize the number like he had with Godot. One thing he didn't do was pick up the phone unless he had gotten his daily call with Godot in. So...

Doug managed four paragraphs. He re-read them twice. Decided to change things around for ten minutes. After, he thought he knew what he really wanted to say. Wrote it down. But now there was only one paragraph. He reread that. Decided it was garbage and closed the browser tab.

He then...