Kevin Rolly
Bio
Artist working in Los Angeles who creates images from photos, oil paint and gunpowder.
He is writing a novel about the suicide of his brother.
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Stories (67/0)
The Leaving
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The broken landscape slurred away in the darkening light with little to hold her gaze other than the shattering of trees which poke up skeletal from the barren hills or which lay strewn like charred bones from some primitive sacrifice. The pale sun guttered away behind thick clouds which smeared the sky in long strakes of grey and there would be no more birds ever again. The abandoned cities lay far beyond and lost from sight, the land motionless save for the faint stirrings of pale dust that rose like mindless wraiths to skirt across the splintered pavement only to disintegrate in the failing updraft against the rocks. She stared for a long time. The world in its dying and her first glance in which to behold it. She knew there was no one else save for the others here for they were the last of themselves.
By Kevin Rolly2 years ago in Fiction
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