It could have gone better. She could actually have turned up, for one thing. The band played on their makeshift platform and the guests chatted on the rented chairs, and murmurs rose to grace the ivy-wrapped rafters. Finally, Luc had to ask, “Where’s Molly, then?” He joked about it, grinned even, but we both knew … Continue reading Unrequited
We toast in silence. It’s symbolic, the water—no whisky here. Once released, it will float in perfect spheres before our mouths can swallow. Such things made us laugh, in the beginning. But tonight the mood is somber.We gathered without premeditation, coming upon each other in the aft viewing alcove, squeezing in, no words required. A … Continue reading And Beyond
This week I hit a milestone: this is the 100th post on my blog! That means that since this little corner of the web began in August 2019, I have posted fifty-seven original pieces of fiction, with the rest made up of writing, reading, life thoughts and updates. Thank you for coming along with me--whether … Continue reading Words (100th Post)
When the hospitals ran out of space, they made makeshift wards in the parking lots. Semi-sheltered and multi-tiered, the concrete relics were the last dreary thing one saw before leaving Earth. Not much different from the gray, fractured skies outside, but little remained to be a good memory by that point, anyway. My job was … Continue reading Cracked
Originator: Macrofungi Una Receiver: Macrofungi Tertia The body is stranger than we imagined. It is isolated, alone, and so very small. Its inner processes are convoluted and complex, but not unlike our own. There are microbacteria here, too, and water—though it is predominantly fouled with other cells and matter. It appears to obtain food via … Continue reading Memo
