Mr. Sétanta

The door opened and a man in a brown tweed suit and gray wisps of hair on his head stood in the doorway looking down through glasses perched on his hawk like nose. “Mr. Sétanta?” “Yes, but it’s Nox.” I said. I really hated being called that it reminded me I was still my mother’s son. “How are you today?” “I’m fine.” The man sat … Continue reading Mr. Sétanta

Scars

I woke from sleep groggy and unsure where I was. The sun was streaming through the window and there was a room wide buzzing going on. I’d slept through my usual time. I rubbed at my eyes wondering what time it was. There had been dreams – dreams of Dev. And Sage and Dee. There had been dreams of the boys, of that mysterious tree. … Continue reading Scars