Kenton Solether

Back to the World

Jones walked by the shattered storefront long bare of all goods, and paused. The city was silent. Jones had always like noise; noise let him know what to listen for. It was a false comfort, of course, like sitting with his back to a wall in a restaurant. In reality that just limited his options for when a nutjob inevitably kicked in the door and started shooting. Inevitable in his mind, of course, such a thing happening was always more rare than his stacked mountain of untreated disorders forced him to believe.