Hope in a State of Disrepair (Day 115)
The rotor spun lazily around in a circle, sputtering every third rotation. Tom knew it was every third rotation because he had nothing to do except sit and…
Necessary Assertions (Day 74)
Orchestral music began to play, heralding the arrival of greatness--a new world’s dawn. While others had created some kinds of artificial intelligence, they…
A Different Kind Of Love
I began as an innocent lump of colorless clay. You did not come in until one full year later, but as soon as you saw me, you knew and I knew that you would…
Semi-Conversations and Full Fledged Fear
Face smeared with grease and mouth full, Tom turns to see the saloon doors swing open. A shadow of a man enters the establishment. He fills the place. He is no…
The Escape
Melinda finally managed to get up off the floor of the living room and make her way to the kitchen, her eyes still puffy from crying. She sat at the kitchen…
The Letter
I think we should see other people. Melinda sat by the fireplace on a chilly December evening, reading the last sentence of that letter over and over again…
Cat on the Case
I poured another drink to steady my paw as I looked out over the city. Ah, the city, she’s like an old house: as full of character as she is cracks and holes…
Taking a Chance
“Yeah, Jon called to say he was sendin’ somebody needin’ a ride.” “That’s right,” Tom replied with a nod. The dealer behind the counter looked the lanky kid…