It’s a Job

Sometimes there are too many alternatives, too many ways to go. Possibilities multiply upon themselves with each potential choice. Sometimes there is no best alternative and it is a choice between the least worst options. Sometimes it happens that the choice offered is really no choice at all. Rella knew all this, and still sheContinue reading “It’s a Job”

How a Story Began

Think of this. Think of a moment that turns the day from one direction into another, thereby changing everything. A way of taking time, moving it from what could be to what might be. We all have those moments when our days change, sometimes in ways we do not notice at the time. We goContinue reading “How a Story Began”

Mr Careful

It was back in those olden days where men were men and women sighed, but not often enough in the ways that those men hoped. Still, though, many a man would mount his mighty war steed and after doing that thing with the manual choke so the engine didn’t flood, he’d ride off to doContinue reading “Mr Careful”

Making This Country Great Again

It doesn’t matter… not anymore. There was a time when this world seemed in need of saving. I knew I was the one who could save it. I was the one – the only one – who understood it like no other. I was the only one who saw through the mists and fogs thatContinue reading “Making This Country Great Again”

Sex Magyck

‘Where do you want it?’ Zena said. ‘What?’ Grent was distracted. This was always an awkward part of the course with his male students, but with a female… a young and very attractive woman, well…. ‘All this stuff, where shall I put it?’ It was only then Grent noticed Zena was holding a box ofContinue reading “Sex Magyck”

The Necessity of Pockets

It was pockets Freng missed the most. Back in the Sun Empire, you wore as many layers of clothing as you could, to protect against the rain and the cold. Each layer could have many pockets. For a man like Freng, who had so many secrets to keep, several pockets, many hidden deep between theContinue reading “The Necessity of Pockets”

Everything Comes Back to Time

There is time. There is always time. At least, until one day there isn’t. That was what Glench thought. For a while… well, for most of his life up until it happened. No, that wasn’t true. Glench shook his head and tried to remember which of the two glasses was the one he was drinkingContinue reading “Everything Comes Back to Time”

I Can’t Remember Her Name

I thought I’d forgotten her. I didn’t think about her for days, not about the way she stretched first thing in the morning as though the day couldn’t start without her. I didn’t think of the way she’d laugh at herself when she did something wrong, or forgot why she’d come into the room. IContinue reading “I Can’t Remember Her Name”

Travelling Man

I wandered into town carrying my guitar and a handful of songs. As I left the last town – I’d already forgotten its name – there was talk of bandits on the road. But they had not bothered me. Travelling musicians don’t get much trouble from bandits. They know we are poorer than they are,Continue reading “Travelling Man”

On the Run

When time almost feels solid, as though it’s possible to heap up each second into a pile of minutes until those minutes become hours and those hours turn into days. Each second of our time together seemed special, precious. I wanted each of those seconds to be some shining jewel of a moment I couldContinue reading “On the Run”

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