Author: bahgheera

One day I’ll burn this bridge that I built from memories of you and me, but for now I’m content to stand at the top and look over the edge, contemplating leaping…

I was in a small rowboat on a river somewhere south of Colombia, possibly somewhere along the border of Peru and Bolivia. We had started at Puerto Maldonado on Rio Madre de Dios, headed east, and took a turn to the south along a smaller course, the name of which escapes me at the moment.…

I stand before the door. It trembles and rattles, the knob loose in its mount rattling back and forth with a sinister intent. There are no windows in this room, no light save for that coming under the door, which is just enough illumination for me to see the shiny false brass of the doorknob…