Cakewalk

I look over to him, he's on all fours, throwing up blood under the tree. Such a pastoral scene, I'd like to paint it - the pale late afternoon sky, the dried green of the trees, the little man bent over like a dog on the ground beneath it all, then the splash of red at the bottom of the canvas, seeping into the soil.

Cakewalk, 'Things We Didn't See Comming' by Steven Amsterdam

I thought it was a rather nice scene too, though I didn't have any paint, and i'm uncomfortable with my colour theory.

I'm quite enjoy this collection of short stories of Amsterdam. They are all very concise and authentic. This collection of stories all seem to be based around different apocolytpic scenarios of extreme weather; tryanic, sparten governments; or a mixture of the two. The characters he conjores are both extreme yet believable. Amsterdam's tales are bold, original and sneakily affecting; a delightful insight into humanity.