The Promise of a Storm

“Cry ‘Havoc,’ and let slip the dogs of war; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.” The dark but inviting room served as a bastion against the whipping winds, continuously knocking against the door. “Another.” a gruff and quiet voice muttered, seemingly oblivious to the sand storm beating on the door. The bartender eyed the lanky stranger, already on his fourth whiskey, wondering how he ended up here.  The man made it clear he wasn’t a local with his pre-War suit and boots that couldn’t have been worn before.  He wore dark … Continue reading The Promise of a Storm