I looked across the space between the young boy and I. ‘Brown,’ was the only word that seemed to encompass not only the description of the dead grass and exposed soil, but included my mood and the general miasma of the setting. It had not rained in the past — I couldn’t remember. It felt odd that me, an avid gardener… (more…)
“Jerry,” Kim yelled from the kitchen. “What,” I responded from the living room, feeling lucky she decided to bug me during a commercial and not during a play. When I married the woman she had given me the distinct impression she liked sports. I mean an exuberant ‘like,’ not quite fan-girl level but close. All through our dating and… (more…)
Elbraith AnCluin was a mighty warrior among his people. He was a good leader and became chief of his clan, reigning for over thirty years. There was a younger Elbraith however, a man of fifteen who seemed to find trouble around every bend in the road. He is the Elbraith of this story. **** Elbraith AnCluin swatted the last of… (more…)
Jerry Bedford smiled across the desk at his boss, Maynard Hanson. “Yes, sir, it was good to have you tour our facility. I hope you had a good experience. Since my car is in the shop today, I’ll get one of my people to take you back to the airport.” Jerry rose quickly and stepped into the hall. He frowned.… (more…)
Sister Francesca opened the basement door and descended the stairs. At the bottom, her eyes caught the glint of light on the floor where a cellophane wrapper lay beneath the last step. She looked across a huge room, though exceptionally large, it was only a small section of the cavernous basement. The old sign that had hung outside their facility… (more…)