Even Time Shall Pass

The beating of his heart confirmed what he knew was true all along, that time was still passing, that one beat could be added to another, and so one moment could follow the last.


As per the usual rules, a move was considered for as long as it needed to be considered, but once a man took his fingers off the piece, it was final. Then came the wait, that unbearable lacuna of doubt and inevitable regret.

Putting the Cat Back in the Bag

Before you reach the end of this story, this young man will be dead. I’m sorry you had to find out this way, but to be honest, if you’ve read a few of these island yarns already and are expecting something pleasant to come out of this one, I’m not really sure what to tell you.