Tag: fiction

Crosshatch

We had a good talk today. I was standing at the sliding glass door, staring out into the world. You were preparing something to eat, near me, in the kitchen. It was about something deeply philosophical, I’m sure. My mind was wanting to react defensively, but I know your challenges are only ever to help…


scene: the second wave, part one

  This history is transcribed from a place beyond time, language, and mind, read the introduction, as it always did, and continued: However, for the purpose of remembrance, family, and foresight, records will relate at a current level of understanding so to benefit those who may be willing to hear, and to integrate. Goes with lightness, fortune’s song.  He frowned, then…


scene: outpost

a touch of sci-fi… Hmm. Tastes like chicken, he thought. Pureed, reconstituted, pasty… chicken. I guess it could be worse. He took another spoonful from the tin, examined it in the low light, and ate it. Rations weren’t ever inspiring, but today they were especially dreary. Sure, they contain all the goodness of a real…