When We Fall Apart

“It’s falling apart.”

“It’s always been falling apart.” As I walk away from the glass dome, I poke him in the head, doing my best to smile as I call him, “silly goose.”

And then, I feel it.

The ship gets rocked with the blast. With fire cracking tectonic plates to bits. Crumbling lives, calling for rescue. A million things left behind.


I feel the shockwave. Tremors of love and loss. Of desperation and pain. Of joy.

Of hope.

Beneath the glass dome of the ship, he stands and watches as it happens, and I can’t blame him for not looking away.

The world beneath us burns. Continue reading “When We Fall Apart”

When the Sky Opened Up

It was the end of the world, they said.

Burning acid rain spewed from the hole the sun had bitten into the atmosphere, searing the surface of the planet. Scorching a line across the equator, merciless as it combed its rays over the land closest to it. More than likely, to the sun, the lands at the equator felt like an offering—so close, so dense, so populated.

Lots of people lost their lives that day.


And yet, somehow…

We survived.

Mankind, as a whole, I mean.

Honestly, everyone thought that that would be the end of it. When the sky opened up, nobody expected to survive—no one. We thought that was it for all of us. That the planet was doomed.



That wasn’t the case.

That day, I stood, watching the sky. Feeling the heat waves engulf the planet. Rolling over us, though we were so far north—so far from the sun’s gaze. I stood and saw the glare, the sweltering fingers that razed the land, that evaporated portions of the ocean, that decimated our numbers.

I saw it.

I saw the sky open up.

And, just as it was then, it’s the same now:

I’m not afraid. Continue reading “When the Sky Opened Up”

Last Hope or the Edge of the World

There was an island.

Lonely, isolated. Off to the east, right before the world dropped, there was an island. A waypoint.

Last Hope, they called it.

A place where one could turn back, turn away from the edge of the world.

If you let yourself survive it. Continue reading “Last Hope or the Edge of the World”

Clear Waves

“Are you sure this is safe?”


I laugh, I can’t help it. He’s always exceptionally honest.

I appreciate that.

Though it doesn’t help ease my worry as I slowly slip into the empty pool. My feet dangle into the hollow place, too short to reach the bottom right away.

Something grips my hips. Continue reading “Clear Waves”

Don’t Play With Your Food

I stop in my tracks, confused for the moment.

Reaching up a claw, I scratch a bit doggishly at my head.

Fur cascades down in a slight rain.

Well, it is shedding season, after all…

I shake myself out once, which brings another flurry of fur, then sniff the air. Testing it.

Under my breath, a growl escapes.

Aggravated more than ever, I retrace my steps. Go back to the start of my big wolfish prints. To the beginning of this game.

Then I find the smaller ones. The ones that aren’t oddly shaped, nor are they animal shaped.

Human footprints. Continue reading “Don’t Play With Your Food”

Beast of the Surf

Living in the gulf is hard.

At least, when you’re a surfer it is.

There’s never any surf.

If you want surf, you have two options: you go to the other coast.


You wait for a storm.

East coast? Nah. I don’t have time to putt my butt over there. Plus, there’s a ton more sharks in those waters.

So, guess which option I went with. Continue reading “Beast of the Surf”

A Dog and Chance

Rehab is never easy. Not for any reason. Not for any person.

And certainly not for animals.

Looking at the beast before me, it was clear to see that life–and humanity–hadn’t been kind to it. It was matted and mangy and had all kinds of lacerations. He looked like something that came unraveled in the dryer. Then, once it was out, your kid threw up on it. That’s how bad of shape he was in.

But I wasn’t in this for no reason.

In fact, this was the exact reason I was here.

Lost causes.

Because if there’s one thing I know about life, it’s that it’ll always give you a second chance. You just had to find the strength and courage to take it. And I wanted nothing more than to help with that.

Second chances.

That’s the whole reason my parents named me Chance. And I wasn’t about to let them, or anyone else, down. Not if I could help it.

Still a little nervous, I went into the cell with the wolf-dog anyway, steak in hand.

“Hey buddy.” Continue reading “A Dog and Chance”