Last Days

by Adam L.G. Nevill

It was the thrust, the constant thrust of other personalities, the desperate need for attention, for their own reality drama, for their own public relations rituals to be seen, heard, remembered. A white noise of self-interest. Sister Katherine was just one endgame in an age of pathology.

‘It is only an informed man that can understand these works. You see, one must get past the grotesque and understand the … er … the images, the symbols, that these works contain. In themselves. Otherwise we are just horrified, and we learn nothing.’

Hammer! There was a hammer in his tool box. He’d wear it in his belt like a sword.

Imagining chibi Kyle looking like a little knight with his hammer and beer, sitting on the couch, confident as a wall.