Micah Park Biffle

The Moles Never Learn  I found myself walking in the snow, my head aching with a sharp pain. I feel the back of my head, there is something crusted upon the rear of my skull. I dig my nail carefully into it. I can feel the crust collect beneath my nail like dirt.  As my feet trudge through the sixteen inches of snow I look to my nail and there in my nail is blood. Dried cells of my body. Upon seeing this I become confused with worry. I place my hand once again upon my bloodied skull and began to examine it.  I slide my index finger like the bristle of a broom, back and forth trying to see what wound had allowed such blood upon me. But after several seconds of feeling about, I find nothing. No scratches, no lacerations, nothing.  My worried confusion musters down to mere confusion. I rub my eyes as I am strangely held with a slight daze. As if I have been interrupted from a deep sleep. And the evening air is not helping my situation.  I am comforta...

A Neon Murder  The neon lights flood my view, fluorescent pinks pour from the city. I stand looking forward, watching as she spins around, singing her own songs to the midnight city lights. Her silhouette curves so well with this neon strobes.  A fantasy like aurora floats about her. I can feel her lying next to me still. He warm skin, her soft lips pressing to mine. It is wonderful to be so lucky, to have someone so perfect. As she dances I smile, feeling the moment glow with happiness. She's dancing alone and I her audience. Applauding with my heart and admiring her with all my senses. She is a brilliant take of life, of creation meets imagination. She is the dream I always wanted. Her hair bounces in the light, like strands of silk gliding against the wind. I call her name softly, she stops with grace. She spins herself toward me. She leans on the bed with her hands and smiles. We look to each other and my heart becomes wild. It's as if this moment will last ...

A Spy and His Love I hear her screaming from the other side of the door. Everything in my body is fighting to get to her, to keep her alive. Even if that means the sacrifice of my own life. My adrenaline exceeding what I have ever felt before. This moment is clear, smooth, with what my intent shall be. My mind indulged in rage, but my heart concealed in the allegiance to my love. I bear all this upon myself, it never should have came to this. Everything was perfect; perfect, till my simple slip up. I got carried away in the comfort of our life and never saw it coming. I should have, for the information of my last mission was never exposed to me upon completion. Whether the enemy was deceased or not, was never disclosed formally to me. I was in such a rush to walk away I was blind sided by lies. My own in command had fell into some hot water with the enemy. For what ever selfish reason, they saw the only way out, the only way to tie up all the ends, was to get rid of me. ...