The Last Story

We both know the source. He keeps us two steps ahead of the rest and never shows up empty-handed. We know what’s next and what comes after that. If we look too closely we can see our own end.

We gave everything away to be part of the story we are telling. We live simply, like true scribes. The world around us is our truest muse; it holds the secret to the way our words are shaped. Our stories are the sap of a fresh wound on the bark of humanity. One word, a drop that melts over the surface...