No one knew where the Voice had originated, but it blared across every set of speakers for miles. The people called it a Radio and according to legend the Voice came from a person known as a Host who would sit at a desk enclosed behind glass partitions that reached to the ceiling. (more…)
There were a lot of cats, five to be exact, sprawling themselves across the recently polished wooden floor of the spacious house. I sat among fifteen other animated attendees, seven people on each side of the long linen covered table, and one sitting at the head. The majority of the people were unrecognizable, probably because I had never seen them, or at least, never paid any attention to them previously. (more…)
Smooth jazz played in the background. Sarah, wine glass in hand, easily moved to the music. Regan, tapping his foot to the beat, sat on his shiny leather coach. Windows made up the far left wall, their curtains were open and allowed the light to illuminate Regan’s minimalist furnishings.