Fiction: The Fifth Horseman

The Fifth Horseman“Can I just take a few details,” Jane asked as the unremarkably short, unremarkably thin and unremarkably… average man sat in the visitors’ chair in front of her desk.


Hair; brown. Jacket; brown. Corduroys; brown. Shoes; brown. Jane detected a pattern.

Bella Star

Bella StarFrom the observation deck, the star seems only a little brighter than usual.

Through the polarised filters and shielding, close enough to touch, filling the entire space. Safe. Comforting.

Unlike the truth of it. The destructive power of it; awesome, in its’ true meaning. …