Category Archives: Fiction

Fade to Black

“Can he hear me?” Asks a voice I know better than my own. “I can’t say what gets through. The trauma to his head was extensive, but it can’t hurt to try.” He replies in a dry, serious tone. “Thank … Continue reading

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Vagaries of a Dreamscape in 100

“So this is how the inside of my mind looks?” The thought echoed through a pristine white space. Before the echo had subsided, the place was grown over with mosses and lichens and I could almost smell the musty rot … Continue reading

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Strange Land

My vision was blurry when I opened my eyes. It was as though I was looking through a haze of petroleum jelly. I rubbed out my eyes with the outside of my curled index fingers. The view cleared enough that … Continue reading

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Interrogation of a Lunatic

Two men, one in a dark brown suit and one in black, are ushered into the room by the Chief of Psychiatry, who does not enter with them. The room is sparse and contains just one gray metal table, three … Continue reading

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Grief Therapy in 160

It’s summer, rainy season. So I’ve been holed up in this little “No Gaijin” watering hole all afternoon. There are only three people to give me the stink-eye; two of them are. There’s the tired old barkeep with a shaved head, … Continue reading

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Heed the Darkness in 70

The cobblestones in the castle district were slick from an earlier rain. Those few who ventured out walked briskly, confining themselves to places bathed by street lamps or moon-glow. Eddie ignored this unspoken rule when he came upon a patch … Continue reading

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Midwestern Tragedy in 90

A white clapboard house and leaning red barn dot a green expanse. A brown wedge of roiling dust glides in too fast from the west. Three cracks of gunshot spread across the prairie but fade to silence by the time … Continue reading

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