Category Archives: Fiction

Mending The Split

Posted on December 19, 2018 by

The upcab charged through the lane of blue sky. Sunlit clouds raced. In the back, Richard was slammed into the seat. His holo-screen sizzled. The populating list of insurance agents blitzed, darkened. He swatted the holo to close it. Nothing … Continue reading →

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Alicia Brings Home Her Shrink

Posted on December 15, 2018 by

At seventeen, my sister, Alicia, began to hate food. Sometimes my mother’s paella, with its mix of dark and unidentifiable ingredients, so disturbed her she wouldn’t eat at all; other times, she would eat an entire marble cake and immediately … Continue reading →

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Elopement

Posted on December 13, 2018 by

Toru had heard the word “elopement” for the first time when he was in elementary school. “At any rate, they did something brave.” He overheard grown-ups talking about such a thing, and he thought it was a noble act, even … Continue reading →

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A Short Walk in Steady Weather

Posted on December 12, 2018 by

You could walk in the woods there and know the sky was silver or colorless overhead. The trees blocked the sky, so you couldn’t see it, but you knew there was a sky up there somewhere and it would be … Continue reading →

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A Matter of Geography

Posted on December 1, 2018 by

I’ve made good time on my way north. At junction 40, I leave the almost empty motorway and drive the six or so miles to the old, stone bridge. Waiting in the Range Rover, I’m hungry and aching after the … Continue reading →

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The Farm

Posted on November 20, 2018 by

It was a grey day minus the rain. Copenhagen Central station was brimming with tourists. After a while, Amit found the platform number 12. He got into the train heading towards Nykøbing Falster. Strangely, the train was full of people, … Continue reading →

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The Question Why

Posted on November 14, 2018 by

The first time Stace ran away, she was thirteen. I walked in on her when she was packing a bag. Folded clothes were on the bed beside her and I laughed at her for the organization. I told her people … Continue reading →

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