Published: Jan 22, 2022
Virus Blues
featuring: Kroft Rodgers
My son has Covid. Nothing more than a cold, thankfully. I'm writing this down for the future, which future or what future I do not know. Soon viruses will have to spread ...
Published: Jan 22, 2022
My son has Covid. Nothing more than a cold, thankfully. I'm writing this down for the future, which future or what future I do not know. Soon viruses will have to spread ...
Published: Jan 12, 2021
Traelyn found an escape pod. Odd, he thought, that after flying spaceships for forty years that this would be the first time he needed one of these. Inside was smaller than he ...
Published: Jan 11, 2021
I started seeing Monica when my wife checked into the rehab center. Not because I was a bad husband or a terrible person, but because I needed comfort. Monica was unafraid to ...
Published: Jan 08, 2021
There was a job offer, but she wasn't certain it was for her. It meant going into an office, the office, again. The people, in person, were not her biggest problem. It ...
Published: Jan 07, 2021
Several days later Steve returned to the door. It was still golden and spotless. He felt just as unsure of his next action as he had at last visit, and quite sure ...
Published: Jan 06, 2021
"Hard to believe there used to be something called wind," Steve said to Uhlrick. "Never heard of it," the younger man said, swinging from his safety cable from bolt to bolt with ...
Published: Jan 05, 2021
He stood on the bridge, watching the ducks, a few geese. He hated birds, because they could fly and he could not. He stepped up on to the handrail, it was six ...
Published: Jan 04, 2021
Steve found himself stumbling down a short flight of steps, catching his fall with a hand on a yellow door. It was shiny and clean, spotless in fact. Steve marveled at the ...
Published: Dec 31, 2020
Yerl stopped going to the Zoom calls. He went for walks instead, after making up the excuse that his doctor told him he needed to move about more to reduce his stress. ...
Published: Dec 30, 2020
Every evening Peter is reclined with a magazine, reading about things slowly and deeply. His wife never quite understood how he could read about things that happened months ago, sometimes years. But ...