Fiction

We’d been floating along on the current, my father and I, for about infinity, when we finally got a nibble. I waited, him looking over my shoulder expectantly, waiting for the quarry to take the bait before I reeled it in. Closer.. closer.. Snap! I could feel the tension as

I was always losing things as a kid. I was a “latchkey kid”, remember that term? Man, I remember those old 60 Minutes episodes where they’d try to evoke sympathy for all those poor kids who came home to empty houses for hours at a time because Mom and Pops

My satellite would be overhead in another 3 hours. I’d get a data squirt, and get some new things to watch. As it was, I had just about exhausted my supply of cartoons made in the 1980’s. It was sunny today, so I wouldn’t be hungry. I was adjusted for

The last time I held my wife was when I carried her over our threshold, out to the car, and to the hospital. She was so small, and yet I nearly staggered as I crossed the doorway. It was the memory of carrying her through in the opposite direction on

The best short stories come from anxieties, and one of mine is the ever increasing complexity life seems to throw at us. What if there’s a reason for it?* --- “Have you got a minute?” I really didn’t. I was knee deep in papers to grade, each one of them

She is a study of curves, and the shifting lines tell of give and take, generosity and economy. She is perfectly bilaterally symmetrical, and she moves with a fluidity that belies her strength. She is flexible, and as she races, she changes direction with such grace as to fool the

Drudgery mode. You fill out Form A, which gives you the information you need to complete for B, which is a rider of Form C, which will ultimately require you to fill out dozens of Form A.My hands and eyes are on automatic pilot; if you put a gun

“Ultimately, restraints upon war are more a matter of politics than of technology. If you are concerned about American aggression, it is not the drones you should fear, but the politicians who order them into battle.” David Brin, The New Republic [them]“The odds of this issue occurring again are

My current personal best is twelve minutes. I’ve been collecting these stories for a while now, but that’s the best time, hands down. Old Shenzhen is at it’s center a huge rectangle. The northeast corner is Lianaushan Park, and before the states broke, it was beautiful; I’ve seen the pix.

We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we know them. * TS Eliot It had been nearly two weeks since Bixby had come to work, and our boss had said that while the man had answered his

Here’s a few quickies.

There are echos in the hallways papers flutter as the wind at 36 stories passes through the jagged windows whistling through the gutted cubes Old Anansi spins upon the leather power chair the mid morning sun sparkling on the picture frames he left them, the chair’s former occupant he went