Lost/Found

They tell me I lost my mind. Somewhere between the moons of Argos and Hotep, buried away in the freight hold, crushed between two boxes of dried proteins, I apparently went mad. They tell me they’re relieved I’m feeling better now. That I was scaring them. I laughed a lot, so they say. I findContinue reading “Lost/Found”

Enough

A clacking behind me; I turn around. A young woman with a black backpack rolls towards me on a blue Razor scooter, her moss-green high-heeled boots pushing her along the cobbled path and through the cold sun of the first day of spring. I follow her with my eyes as she coasts around the large,Continue reading “Enough”

Wake Up

“Do you ever wake up and get annoyed that the world still exists?” David thought about the question, pressing the soggy flakes of his cereal under the milk with the tip of his spoon. At the other end of the table, Rebecca sipped her morning coffee, staring into the sink across the room, as ifContinue reading “Wake Up”

Before the Dawn

The days were getting longer, the early morning sky streaked with dull sunlight when he rose now, the clouds like a pane of frosted glass through which the light struggled to shine. Henry folded the last of Stephanie’s clothes into a black trash bag, depositing the pink summer dress into the recesses of the darkContinue reading “Before the Dawn”

Movement

Moving is hard for writers. I think it’s hard for everyone, of course, but being a writer and moving presents a unique set of problems that I’m not sure everyone else experiences, or at least experiences to the same extent. For example, for one who is keenly aware of the pattern of stories, it’s hardContinue reading “Movement”