… “Lucy?” “Mmmmmm” … “Lucy?” “Huh?” “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have woken you.” “…No, no… it’s fine. It’s….” … … “Lucy?” “What? Yeah, I’m up. Is everything okay?” “Yes.” “Yes… But?” “No buts.” “Do you want me to move?” “Of course not.” “Then what’s going on? Where’ve you been?” “I didn’t realize you’d be back so early. I went to visit a friend. I needed…

Last Week… (Continued from GC.2022.003) “All those…years?” Lucy murmured, her eyes flickering about the room around them, until they came to settle on Rogan’s face, still looking uncomfortable at his sudden admission. “Rogan?” But Rogan didn’t answer. Not right away, at least. The truth was, Rogan knew he could tell Lucy what happened. He knew he would, eventually. That was never in question. What was,…

Once again, things had gone Lucy’s way as she stepped up onto the sidewalk in front of the Pink Pony Pub late on Monday evening. A quick glance at her watch told her that Monday had turned to Tuesday as she’d made her way back down to the Gulf coast. The lights were still on in the pub, and as tired as she was from…

Lucy wasted little time in getting back to Alabama after Synergy. To say that she felt weird being in Chicago while Rogan was hundreds of miles away in Alabama would be an understatement. But suffice it to say, the trip back down to the gulf would have gone a lot quicker and a lot less painfully if she would’ve been able to convince the Dark…

It’s like they always say, when one door closes – Another one opens. But maybe that’s not the best way to put it, considering an unclosable door is what’s brought things to where they sit at the moment. Things aren’t bad. Not by a long shot. Rogan and Lucy spent the holidays much differently than the rest of the world believes they did. But then…

On this chilly autumn evening, Rogan MacLean stood on the front porch of Lucy’s home in Western Maryland.   He hadn’t expected her call yesterday, asking him to come – But the Dark Man was all too happy to oblige.   He stood with his back to the front door, gazing out at the driveway, drifting over the Buick and then towards the woods that surrounded the…

(Continued from ‘Awkward Realities and The Detour to the Dark Tower‘) Her mind was a blur as she stepped out onto the balcony, her eyes rising to meet the horizon – just as the sun begins to disappear behind the open water of the gulf. The chilly air came off the water and whipped around her as she leaned against the railing, blowing her hair…

 Click.     Clack. A pair of scuffed, knee-high boots click along the baron road. How long she’s walked in heels that high, no one knows. One foot in front of the other, she steps towards the horizon. But her direction? Her destination?  Click.     Clack. Even she doesn’t know. Striking blue eyes peer out from beneath a worn, black hat and stare up…

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” Lucy says, staring out into the vastness of the dark woods that lay behind the home in Western Maryland, watching the rain pour down on this chilly autumn evening. The wind whipped her long, blonde hair around – much as it did the colorful leaves that had begun falling from the trees in the last few…