Category: My Fiction
Personal Evolution
The battery, the wires—the pulse of life was to be provided by a non-living object.
Deep in His Own Well
Who is the man Sandy is talking to? Oh, never mind. To see Michel Fokine dance to the music of Stravinsky would be heaven indeed.
Shaky Hands
My earliest memories are of family dinners. A distinct one occurred after my first day at St. Jerome Primary School. Father sat at the head of the table, between the dining room windows. Without a…
Goodtime Charlie
The floating red bar reminded him of long ago, of the altar railing, which regular people weren't allowed beyond. Charlie set his hands on the red bar, but pulled them back quickly. His palms were…
Complicated Logic
“I’ll buy whatever I want. Stop using complicated logic against me. It’s unfair.”