Leo R. Skoble

Osseous Slumber I saw the travel brochure in the lobby of the anger management clinic. Yes, I know the clinic isn’t just for that, but I don’t care. That’s all it is to me. An hour of my precious week that I must throw at the feet of this crystal-loving therapist with chunky earrings that probably hurt her earlobes. Maybe that’s why she’s so stuck up. It’s either that or losing my job. It doesn’t even help. That waiting room is the blandest, bless this mess, fake potted pla

The first time I saw her , she was just another shadow haunting my dreams. I had usually forgotten about her by the time I woke up. Her words never stuck with me, if she even said anything at all. Her visage never left a mark on my waking mind. No imprint of her features was burned into the inside of my eyeballs, like a television left on for too long. At least not at first… My dreams were more magical back then, when she still lived there. Dragons flew freely through the ski