The bar was crowded, well, wasn’t it always? He would often come here when he wanted to be alone, it was the kind of place where you could fade into the background, purely because the kind of clientele it attracted was the kind that weren’t really interested in those around them; bikers, outlaws, people running… Read More »

“All these roads are the same.” Etienne LeBeau spat onto the dusty highway as he leant back on his motorcycle and lit up a cigarette, his eyes casting around the empty plain of nothingness that seemed to surround them. His companion, only a little younger, but exactly by how much it was impossible to say,… Read More »