The Ditch
He came to in a ditch. A deep ditch with nothing but the blue sky on top. He felt around. Solid earth. Perfectly made. No aberrations. “Hello?” He called out. “Hello” The only thing that answered was his echo. How did he get here? More importantly, who is he? He could make sense of his
- Published in Flash Fiction, Sci-Fi
The Man who saw Time
He closed his eyes with the last word of the letter. He could see time. Plain as the green fields of his village, Running in all directions as the streams of run-off water. He could move around in it. Run his hands through the bristles of possibilities that each strand of his action presented. He
- Published in Flash Fiction, History, Sci-Fi
The Air seems Nice
The air seems nice today. Nice; like the doorman of this building. Nice fellow he was. A little black, I guess, but nice nonetheless. It blows into my eyes, this air, making them water. At this point, I might as well call it wind. Is it still called wind if we are going against the
- Published in Flash Fiction, Short Story
Thrab & I: A Lighthouse Story
Heights never really bothered me, being a tall guy myself. But hanging upside down from a lighthouse does induce a teensy bit of crap-my-pants fear. It wasn’t of my own volition, of course. I’m not that enthusiastic about adventure, even though I could use some as opposed to the drab of my village – “some”
- Published in Comedy, Flash Fiction