L.J. Hailee
Rick Dexa reached the brink of his usual radio broadcast range and let it go to static. Much earlier he’d turned down the sound in an effort to focus on that staccato yellow line as it ticked down miles to nowhere. There was no destination in mind: away, far away, fast as he could. He’d left at dusk.
Rick knew he wasn’t exactly alone in his house any more. He could feel it. As if every room he entered, someone had just left. Blue eyes reflected off glittering glass on the shattered T.V. screen. They blinked out by the time he could turn to catch their gaze.
Sometimes, he caught a flicker of movement. Light glimmered off stacks of empty beer cans that littered tables and counter spaces. Brown liquor bottles overflowed the recycling bin. From nowhere came a draft. The little h
