Read Neko & Run

The day started out as perfectly as Neko ever wanted: it was sunny but crisp, as if the weather could turn its dial to ‘fall’ any minute. They could wear their favorite long, red jacket out later, and they especially felt like it was going to be an incredible fucking marvelous day. Even the astrology… Continue reading 05 – So much for fucking astrology

CW: Violence, blood, cops Once Run started working at the store it felt more real to be home. The routine was helpful, not to mention it was only a very short matter of time before he ran out of money; it went so much faster than he remembered.  Smith’s General was an oddly situated convenience… Continue reading 04 – No statement, no charges

It was good to be home, but damn Run was tired after spending a couple of days with his family. His moms somehow managed to bustle and hover more than they had when he was little and all he could do was say, “Mom, Mia, I’m fine. Just sit down,” every few minutes without it… Continue reading 03 – that motherfucker can really meditate

Every day, for nine out of ten years, at East Cadlow Facility, unless it was freezing or pouring or they were in lockdown, Run circled the track. On even days, everyone walked or ran in one direction. On odd days, it switched. At first he just walked and spaced out. He didn’t vary his pace,… Continue reading 02 – name your son, sir, I must insist

I guess I’m back. The ugly brick apartment building, formerly a brick budget hotel, was tall for the location, and in an awkward position; it stood too close to the squat liquor store on one side and loomed over the Salvation Army shelter on the other. The parking lot was littered with candy wrappers, cigarette… Continue reading 01 – Inside was much better than outside