A Silver Swiss Watch: Mr. Teller (2)
The car whirred over the silence as Mr. Teller drove to the hospital. Ross just looked at his hands. This feeling was so familiar, yet entirely new. His mind…
The car whirred over the silence as Mr. Teller drove to the hospital. Ross just looked at his hands. This feeling was so familiar, yet entirely new. His mind…
Nobody can say What another year will bring. Certain things are guaranteed, Like the deaths of trees and Relief from the frost but What will my place be In the…
Tic...tock...tic...tock. He stared at the old embellished iron clock on the wall. Was she coming? She had promised that she would in her last letter. His gaze…
The sun was setting. The door was locked and boarded up. What light he had left was slipping away beyond the horizon. He looked through the slits in the iron…
Ross examined the seemingly lifeless body. Bainbridge stood and pulled his cap over his eyes to shield out the sun. “She’s taken quite a hit,” Ross sighed…
Mr. Teller calmly placed the receiver back on its hook. Stepped out of the phone booth. Lit a cigarette. He checked his silver watch. A deep scratch had been…
Mr. Fermi nervously adjusted his glasses as he ran to a phone booth. Everything was choking: the ash in the air, the necktie wound tightly around his collar…
Kyle Ross was in no hurry as he strolled down the cobblestone street, drinking in the fresh Alpine air. That song by Don McLean had been stuck in his head all…
Breucker reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a dime store novel. It was a poor book, Ein Spaziergang um Mitternacht, but it gave him something to…
The leaves are numerous, Noon illuminated, Nearly neon green, Consuming light the clouds can’t catch-- While the wind’s whims Dance branches like puppet limbs…
I am in love with whoever I am talking to at the moment And at the moment I am talking to myself. I have caked my face with conforming thoughts And put any…
The sun shone down on the gleaming tarmac like a blowtorch on impossible ice as the plane finally came to a stop. England once more! the land of my fathers…
So full of soul, but parading around with empty eyes I won’t stay in one place, my weakness I will disguise I’m a time travelin’ man with a stay at home wife…
To be erased from time does not feel like much of anything. Rather, it feels like the absence of feeling, since the emotions don’t, and never did, exist in the…
Time passes oh so slowly. Time passes without consent. I have tried to turn back the hour hand, the minute hand, and will the second hand to stop its annoying…
Meneghel leisurely wandered into the marketplace, he had plenty of time. suitcase he was carrying must have weighed at least 60lbs, but to him it felt…
Blake walked into the marketplace and glanced around nervously. It was here somewhere, he was sure. His earpiece crackled to life. “Have you found it?” “No…
‘When the clock strikes one, all memories shall be extinguished!’, the shrill voice sliced through the air. ‘Right,’ he thought as his hand raced through the…
“So I’ve been thinking of moving out of my parents’ place,” said the six-limbed fawn-like being as it stirred an expresso in the pan-dimensional coffee shop…
At which point I eyed my “helper” accusingly, angered by this attempt at low humor. He looked surprised and then said “I thought you’d understand”, his face…