The bright sunlit day created an illusion of warmth and well-being, but insidious reality could not be so easily ignored. Beyond the sunny rays, softly rustling leaves, and morning-quiet street, the world was not right. It was apparent in the lack of people taking their dogs on daily walks, the absence of traffic on the … Continue reading Something’s Not Right: XII
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Something’s Not Right: XI
The bright sunlit day created an illusion of warmth and wellbeing, but insidious reality could not be so easily ignored. Beyond the sunny rays, softly rustling leaves, and morning-quiet street, the world was not right. It was apparent in the lack of people taking their dogs on daily walks, the absence of traffic on the … Continue reading Something’s Not Right: XI
Something’s Not Right: VI
The bright sunlit day created an illusion of warmth and wellbeing, but insidious reality could not be so easily ignored. Beyond the sunny rays, softly rustling leaves, and morning-quiet street, the world was not right. It was apparent in the lack of people taking their dogs on daily walks, the absence of traffic on the … Continue reading Something’s Not Right: VI
Something’s Not Right: III
The bright sunlit day created an illusion of warmth and wellbeing, but insidious reality could not be so easily ignored. Beyond the sunny rays, softly rustling leaves, and morning-quiet street, the world was not right. It was apparent in the lack of people taking their dogs on daily walks, the absence of traffic on the … Continue reading Something’s Not Right: III
Something’s Not Right: II
The bright sunlit day created an illusion of warmth and wellbeing, but insidious reality could not be so easily ignored. Beyond the sunny rays, softly rustling leaves, and morning-quiet street, the world was not right. It was apparent in the lack of people taking their dogs on daily walks, the absence of traffic on the … Continue reading Something’s Not Right: II
Something’s Not Right: I
The bright sunlit day created an illusion of warmth and wellbeing, but insidious reality could not be so easily ignored. Beyond the sunny rays, softly rustling leaves, and morning-quiet street, the world was not right. It was apparent in the lack of people taking their dogs on daily walks, the absence of traffic on the … Continue reading Something’s Not Right: I
Isabella
Trish tapped her foot impatiently and grunted in frustration as the numbers on the elevator sign slowly crept upward. Maybe two trips would have been a better idea but the thought of making her way all the way up to the 37th floor only to turn on her heel and make her way back down … Continue reading Isabella
Mr. Green
Kermit Green is a sensible man. He drives a Subaru, which is a sensible car. He wears cargo pants with at least six pockets because it is sensible to have the available storage capacity (the Subaru also has very reasonable storage capacity). At the moment, Mr. Green is having a particularly difficult conversation with Mrs. … Continue reading Mr. Green
Apropos of Nothing
Her clouded eyes appeared to have trouble focusing, and half of her face sagged, showing the ravaging effects of previous day’s stroke. Although she could respond to questions intelligibly, every now and then her gaze would unfocus and she would stare into space. Her guests could only wonder what she was thinking about at this, … Continue reading Apropos of Nothing
Where It Happens
Hello. My name is Jacob. I should probably tell you I’m 8. I have two sisters. One is 9 and the other is 5. I draw a lot. It gets me in trouble sometimes. I draw in school when I’m not supposed to and my teacher tells me to stop, but I can’t! I have to draw! My parents … Continue reading Where It Happens
Write Then & There 