Woke up from this dream.. As twilight descends on an azure mid-western city, (I believe it might be Columbus, Ohio), a grand blue light billows across the streetscape, causing the crowds to pause and wonder with a low collective groan of approval. It’s a cathedral-sized observatory, several stories high, and the blue light is radiating..
Category: Fiction
Short Story, Novels, False Starts, Scripts, Video, Pointlessness, Hard to Believe
A Short Story So I guess I have to say I’m happily conventional. Bottom line, I’m not even likely to buy a house without cornice moulding, much less spike my hair, wear pink shorts, chant cross-legged, or apologize for the Fourth of July. You can do that if you want to, but I got very..
A Short Story At the beginning of the pandemic, Russell Pym had been indulging a new reading obsession, “all things flu.” The possibility of sudden, arresting lung failure, of drowning in his own fluids, of dying at age 27, all of that worked like a steel rasp grating away at the soft pine in his..
The church was new, the crowd was large — there were 1200 people there if there were five. Everyone was anxious to start, so I took the liberty of stepping through the french doors of a courtyard suite where the bride was being prepared, and then I took the bad news out to the guests: ..
A Short Story My theory is we all want to be one of the chosen people, so don’t get all judgmental about this. I’m guessing you’re the same: You got pledged by the Dekes instead of that vaguely criminal but very cool fraternity, the guys who brought hip flasks and peyote to midterms, the ones..
A Short Story The Love Pool It was becoming a scandal of mixed bathing proportions. The Horner kid – the cocky one, the youngest one, not the slow-witted older brother, but the good-looking kid, the one with the physique and the guitar skills and the amiable, effortless presence (you have to be careful with young..
Confusing Movie Dream Trailers.. Somber music. Winter. A man examines a cottage bedroom with an empty crib by the window. He sits on the bed, alone, and puts his head in his hands. Summer: he is running across a meadow with his wife, a child in his arms. Winter. Alone again, he looks down the..
A Short Story I spent the evening afraid of his face. Brother Hendricks wore the pits and the furrows of his adolescence; his sons had that sort of pomegranite acne that might have made lesser young men more recluse, but they plunged into the fray without apology – basketball players, musicians, bearers of girlfriends to..
Fort Building Doctor: So tell me about this flu? Patient: Well, the standard stuff: congestion, headache, sore throat, upset stomach, nausea, dizziness, insomnia, difficulty swallowing, fever Doctor: all at the same time? Patient: No, they appear to be working in two man teams, like assassin squads. Just when the congestion and headache go away, nausea..
It’s a sprawling night time landscape—full of chain link, vacant lots, ranch houses, horse corrals, trailer homes—and I’m walking it in a robe, without any particular concern for my appearance. It must be two o’clock in the morning, but the neighborhood feels safe. It’s just that I have no idea where I am. I consider..