Ashes to Ashes, Concrete to Dust

Nobody knew where they came from, and nobody cared to know. What everyone did know was that they were a nuisance to everyone in the town. Even Rick, who usually didn't get angry at others, was absolutely furious when he discovered two of the women carefully planting Daffodils in the cracks of his already decrepit radio station. When confronted by the angry man, the women only laughed and continued...

Prophet

Who just sits there in the park? Rick asked himself for the tenth time, They can't just sit there all day. He had been watching the two figures in the park for over three hours now, with no success. There's no way he could know, is there? Rick was nervous. He had never encountered someone like the blind man. Someone who acted as if they knew everything but just gave out vague warnings that alluded...

The Reporter

The "reporter" was jumpy. They all were. That didn't surprise Rick, he had too much experience dealing with these types of people. Unfortunately, his strategy of ignoring them wouldn't work in this case, when they had him cornered in his own apartment. "What is your name?" Rick didn't respond. "Sir, what is your name?" "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't hear you the first time. My name's Philip Hornbuckle."...

Short Circuits and Shortcomings

Rick wasn't there when the generator blew, but of course it somehow affected him anyway. The generator popped a fuse, and although he was halfway across the neighborhood from it, an electrical surge flew down the wire and tripped every fuse in his small shack of a radio station, and blew a few out. Those would have to be replaced, but that wasn't his biggest issue at this current time. Of course...