Scott was a big man. Good looking, but tall, wide and heavy. He wouldn't have seemed out of place outside a nightclub, dressed in an overstuffed tuxedo, vetting their clientele. Except this would have been so unlike him in so many ways.

Sitting alone in the rain is an odd thing to do, but it hides a lot.

It’s safe in the tunnels. No one wants to go down here.

There's one perfect moment when day and night hold each other at bay and they unite in dusk.

“Join the Space Force, see the galaxy,” they said. “It’s glamorous,” they said. Yeah, well that may have been true once

“Darling, so good of you to call!” The agent hated these sorts of calls.

Mother’s bones. Oldest of the old. From here, you can see them, poking through her skin.

It was snowing, and both DJs had called in sick to the tiny radio station. “Put the emergency all-night tape on,” they said.

It's cold out here in the wasteland, but it was colder in the city.