'The clouds had returned. The Figure looked up, still no rain. He continued to drift aimlessly through the desert. As far as the infinite horizon there was sand. Nothing else, and as The Figure often liked to think, no-one else.' A horror-tinged short story of a mute drifter that travels through a post-apocalyptic wa...
'The rain had come at last, embracing the world, refusing to let go. The Figure stepped in another in a long line of invisible puddles, making the one in his boot even deeper. He scaled the hill, the sand that covered it for what had seemed so long, fell rapidly, taking the memories of Before with it. He wasn't nostal...
'The rain crashed down to earth like Satan from heaven, it would not stop. Though The Figure wished it would, his arms pushed against the sheer power of the flood, he felt as if he would lose consciousness any millisecond, yet he continued to fight the numbness that enveloped his body, not daring to stop. Mountains ta...