“I crave electromagnetic waves of 450 nanometers.”
My Fiction
Alien Sofa
Category: My Fiction
My Fiction
Decision in Ireland
“Fleet a’ mind is better than fleet a’ foot,” Colleen taunted him.
My Fiction
The Littlest Blackbird
There’s no one left to gather more kernels for King Darius
My Fiction
Mr. Owl’s Charity
A distant promise is an empty gift today.
My Fiction
Personal Evolution
The battery, the wires—the pulse of life was to be provided by a non-living object.
My Fiction
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.
My Fiction
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 glance I knew his face would be stern. Mom put potatoes on my plate and said, “Larry, what did you…
My Fiction
Wet Weather
The sky, greyed with storm clouds, hid the motions of the rain person.
My Fiction
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 blistered.
My Fiction
Complicated Logic
“I’ll buy whatever I want. Stop using complicated logic against me. It’s unfair.”
