(Fair warning ahead, parts of this piece describe a scene that might make your stomach queasy) There are some subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) nuances that define as a people. Cornerstones of our society, so to speak. Tiny, often easily overlooked actions we do for others, things we say that bring a feel-good atmosphere … More We Can Lose Much More…
…wherein curious meetings take place in the witching hour… Two men stood in the middle of the park, wrapped by the darkness of night. One was tall and lean, the other conspicuously rotund. I spotted them on my way home, having stayed late at work, and took my time to observe them from a position … More Microfiction Monday #13: The Meet.
…wherein dissent is punished… In her defense, she hadn’t meant to do it, or rather she hadn’t done it consciously. The dust bin just happened to be there, at the supermarket’s exit and she extended her arm and threw the receipt inside. There was no thought to the action, just a habitual reflex. Which is … More Microfiction Monday #12: Receipt
…wherein the professor advances his plan… ‘I think I’ve finally cracked it Sam.’ The professor said to the silicon bust sat on the study table in his library. The weather outside was dreary and windy but it was not raining, though a storm appeared to be brewing on the horizon. While it didn’t serve as … More Microfiction Monday #11: Life-Size.
…wherein they make themselves known… ‘Ground Control to SS Madura, please respond.’ Mike breathed into the microphone once more, the words growing wearier each time he said them. The SS Madura was presently somewhere between Earth and Mars. The crew on board had stopped transmitting a few minutes ago following a loud crashing noise which … More Microfiction Monday #10: Encounter.