I’d closed my eyes for only a minute or two. Blackness, vivid in the escape of reality, yet I am not asleep, but beyond the edge of my own imagination. I’ve stepped outside, and in the blackness I see. can…
Category:Stories
A collection of mostly drabble and sketch stories with a sprinkling of short stories.
I awaken, finding myself in a shabby boat with horizontal oars. I have been floating, the momentum of which is now slowing. I take the oars in my aged hands, as if by some compelling instinct, dipping the paddles silently…
So stands a solitary paintbrush in an otherwise empty cup; a lidless glass jar whose origins and prior purposes have faded from the fabric of remembrance. There are no other brushes; there is but this one. With bristles dry and…