Mable Bleakhouse The buzzing was intermittent and distant. Jon wasn’t certain he was hearing an actual sound or if it was just an annoyance dreamed up by his imagination. He wanted it to stop, but it wouldn’t. He shifted himself slowly out of his bed, shuffled to his doorway and looked down the hall toward … Continue reading Chapter 4 – Mable Bleakhouse

The Sunroom ‘Sure I’m old. Real old. You could only hope to get as old as me. But I’m not dead yet; just a little while longer and I’ll have made it all the way to the century. Once you’ve got three digits in your age, your safe.’ *** Jon stood in the hallway looking … Continue reading Chapter 3- The Sunroom

Homesman “There’s been another one,” Karl Homesman said, a smirk curling the corners of his mouth. He sat in the chair beside Jon. “You’re new.” ‘Oh great,’ Jon thought. ‘A witless moron, with inane drivel to spew, no doubt. Just leave me be.’ “I don’t want any company, thank you,” Jon said. He did not … Continue reading Chapter 2 – Homesman

It was a stark grey three story industrial rectangle. ‘I’d rather be dead than in this place,’ Jon thought. ‘I’ll die here in some cold sterile bed, instead of at home with my Harriet. Or at least with her ghost. I can’t breathe here; this place is like a coffin with me buried alive inside … Continue reading Chapter 1 – The Lodge