The battery, the wires—the pulse of life was to be provided by a non-living object.
My Fiction
Personal Evolution
Tag: introspective
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
Wet Weather
The sky, greyed with storm clouds, hid the motions of the rain person.
My Fiction
Wishing
Dear Lord, don’t let me wish for what I can’t get.
My Fiction
Wilding on a Hard Day’s Night
He christened me “Bronco Almon,” more interested in fighting than understanding. School’s a bitch. Life’s a bitch this year.
