Blind-Squirrel

Chapter 9 – The Nature of Men Ivan led them through the thick undergrowth with a confidence that Matthew desperately clung onto in his partially blind state. On more than one occasion he'd been forced to grasp the King's gloved hand with both of his own in order to prevent a particularly nasty fall. But at no time had Ivan wavered in his determination and he had held fast whenever Matthew had needed it the most. Despite the continued animosity being directed towards him by the sullen King and the awareness that he still might be a lamb being led to its slaughter, Matthew couldn't help but feel just a little bit… grateful. True to

The two small boys laid together arm in arm hidden under the blankets, as they huddled together in safety and warmth, enjoying the short pretence of peace and quiet while they could. "Al… h-how do you think this'll end? Do you think that maybe… we could get a happy ending." Alfred shifted uncomfortably on the bed, unwilling to answer as he looked anywhere but at his brother's hopeful eyes. After all… how could any of this possibly end well?" xxxxxx Matthew had barely made his way into the waiting room before his frazzled Uncle accosted from the side him without any warning. His shoulders were grabbed roughly and he was sha

It was strangely surreal to being stuck in some kind of hazy dream that you simply could not wake up from no matter how much your mind told you that this was not reality. Or maybe it was like that feeling you got when you are all of the sudden trapped in a memory so detailed that for just a single moment you are actually believe that you are still living and breathing in a time long since past; somehow, stuck in an internal loop of something you know has already past. Or at least, that's how it felt to Ivan. There was probably a million things he should have been saying or people he should been calling, but right then… right now…