Tag: Alan Moore

  • a moment of moore

    On my way through the park, I see a familiar figure heading in the opposite direction. He shambles, one hand raised to shield his eyes from the afternoon sun. His hair and beard are wild and ragged as the hem of his overcoat. I change my course somewhat to interest his. He looks up as…

  • neighborhood watch

    …and when the neighbors show up at our front door, they demand entrance and will not leave. Too small to be a mob, but there are enough of them to force their way in. In the entryway, they shout that we are heathens and devil worshippers — they begin opening doors and ransacking the rooms.…