GREEN • by Dave Macpherson
“We can go anytime, sir,” I say. “Put the ball in the cup, call it a scratch.” He looks up from his club towards my voice. “Who’s that? Who said that?” Was it stupid question day at the country club?… Continue Reading
“We can go anytime, sir,” I say. “Put the ball in the cup, call it a scratch.” He looks up from his club towards my voice. “Who’s that? Who said that?” Was it stupid question day at the country club?… Continue Reading
Mourners filled The Dug Out. Buoyant country rhythms and laughter played counterpoint to Sandra’s sorrow and emptiness. This was Kyle’s restaurant and Kyle’s friends. She felt divorced from them. No one knew what to say to her. The smell of… Continue Reading
That’s exactly what I said! There was an accident. Look at you. I don’t want to hear your story yet. Not until you hear mine. Our stories are similar, if not the same. You sit and drink. Listen to my… Continue Reading
Everyone agreed it had to be the work of an outsider, one of the rowdy types who came in by bus of a Saturday. No one in the village could have done such an atrocious thing. Not that they were… Continue Reading
She wove lies of leaves and fruit as she crawled about the tree; it had rotted and split, but her webbing held it whole. She wove eight-faceted apples that glistened like negative prisms, sucking in all heat and life. Her… Continue Reading
Her mind, Jamie understood, was not her strongest feature. She knew that sunlight traveled at around 186,000 miles per second, but how she knew it or where she heard it, she couldn’t remember. When she wanted to feel smart, or… Continue Reading
I can say it now; the gags have been removed. I can admit that I unleashed a monster upon America; a bumbling, mumbling television superstar that children love and parents loathe. Hear me; I created Richard, the One-Eyed Hound. I… Continue Reading
I don’t dream. When I tell people this, they rush to reassure me they don’t remember dreams either. I pretend they understood what I meant. Remembrance is a non-issue. I don’t dream at all, not since the aliens took me.… Continue Reading
The clerk looked bored as I counted out the pennies. Thank goodness, she didn’t comment on all the candy as she shoved the goodies into a bag along with the coffee. I grabbed my bag and headed for the motel.… Continue Reading
All those endless days spent analyzing and listening and fretting over every radio signal captured by Arecibo had broken my enthusiasm. The drone of static rising and fading; the computer graphics spiking and falling; the unrelenting sameness of it all… Continue Reading