Jenny, who is a dog, watches entirely more TV than I do these days. She can’t read, yet, but she has figured out which button…
A sequel to Jenny and the TV (Jenny, pt 2)
Jenny, who is a dog, watches entirely more TV than I do these days. She can’t read, yet, but she has figured out which button…
A sequel to Jenny and the TV (Jenny, pt 2)
She played her mandolin at the fair grounds twenty seven times a year. She always sat barefoot in her folding chair, wearing …
A sequel to White chrysanthemums bloom in her heart.
I felt it slide – too sugary sweet, like wedding cake frosting – down my throat and grimaced.
I waited. Listening, being in…
A prequel to Something borrowed
sky is cracking by German M
It’s a hundred miles from here to the next town. Easy enough in a car, but when you’re walking with an empty jerry-can that y…
A sequel to Walkin'
Part of me still hopes this is a hallucination, that my dying brain is having me on one last time. But the rest of me hopes i…
A prequel to Negotiations
running with the seagulls by Ed Schipul
Jenny, who is a dog, came into the living room, sat down on the floor, and spoke. “What supper?” she said, tail thumping on t…
A sequel to Jenny, who is a dog
Jenny, who is a dog, graduated yesterday. I sat in the audience, thrilled as any parent, as she shook paws with the Chancello…
A prequel to Study time (Jenny, pt. 3)
We entered the eye late the third day, after spending a night camped in the forest of his beard. In those days I was the newe…
A sequel to Climbing the giant
The sappers assembled the drill, and the sergeant called on the mindlink for volunteers to pedal the pistons that, somehow, d…
A prequel to Drilling into the Aqueous Humour
...Millions just fell from the sky.
clouds over hills by Victor Szalvay
I parked the car next to the dog pen and got out. As usual, Lexy was waiting for me, looking expectantly with ears perked and…
A prequel to Lexy, Who is also a dog
Jenny, who is a dog, watches entirely more TV than I do these days. She can’t read, yet, but she has figured out which button…
A prequel to Jenny and the TV (Jenny, pt 2)
Acrid bile crept up from my stomach. The thought of that thing touching me was too much. I stared down at my wife’s placid fa…
A sequel to A Solution or Two
Pulling my hand away from my beloved’s face, I clenched my fist. This would not be easy; I knew that. But it had to be done. ...
A prequel to An End to the Charade
I buried Dan in the mud at the edge of the baobab’s root system. There wasn’t a mark on his body, but his abdomen looked all …
A sequel to Tracks in the mud
We slept in the shelter of a spreading baobab tree. At four in the morning, by the faint blue dial of my wristwatch, I woke t…
A sequel to Four AM in the rain
The murft’s tracks petered out at the top of a stony ridge. The trees were thinning out here, and I could see down into the…
A prequel to On the ridge
Moving deeper into the jungle, we came first to an abandoned shack, overgrown with moss and vivid orange fungi that crumbled …
A sequel to Pursuit
I buried Dan in the mud at the edge of the baobab’s root system. There wasn’t a mark on his body, but his abdomen looked all …
A prequel to Tracks in the mud
We slept in the shelter of a spreading baobab tree. At four in the morning, by the faint blue dial of my wristwatch, I woke t…
A prequel to Four AM in the rain
they'll dance until end of days by Naama ym
I think Les’s poem killed me.
At least that’s what it looked like. Me in corporeal form, all floaty, wandering down a row of…
A prequel to Dream, Dream, Dream (CLFM 19)
Indoor Lightning by Paul Hart
At this point the lizard decided it was safer on it’s own and unzipped its heater pouch. After a quick scurry to my head, it …
A prequel to The Shocking Truth
Lookin' down by hugovk
As the dark one watched, amusement and disdain both plain on his face, the man trudged down towards hell. Three steps down an…
A prequel to Down to the Damned
Lifting his face to the broken heavens, Murray closed his eyes and let the warm rain drench him. After tonight, he didn’t thi…
A prequel to Rain and Raven
When had the dreams started? Months? Years? It was impossible to say; Murray couldn’t remember life before. They came with th…
A sequel to Omens