Numbers and Pieces
Stripping someone down to those bare parts makes it very easy to believe they aren’t alive. Or at least to look past that sometimes seemingly trifling fact that they’re human.
Category: Flash Fiction
To Tend His Flame
Through the smoke’s aperture, I can only see darkness, but His Flame burns brighter than ever. Stronger than any who oppose His will.
Real As Ever
A memory wriggled itself out of the hell of its archive.
Over. Easy.
Pearson had wanted to wear a jacket when he got out of bed. He loved jackets.
By Wind Swept
In ages past, our people were few. We could not grow in numbers as constant travel to tap into scarce sources of food kept us at humble numbers. In these days, the careful harvest of the Stoneborn Fig sustained us.
Drowntown
It’s me. Alone in this single room. This uncovered box.
Half a Moon Away
I had read the Words. The same as anyone else. They meant as much to me as they did to the others.
On Spheres Now Frozen
We implored it to stay. Cast ourselves upon the ground below it and cried up to its radiance.
Lanterns
I’m one of the last Piecemen left. We few holdouts who didn’t want to seek refuge in the Light.
We. Us All.
Sometimes a longing causes us to exert gravity…causes us to force an orbit.
Neon Hammer 