Carrying the water-stained box of wineglasses he had found under a stack of Bach Bimonthly in the basement, Simon stepped into the cramped galley kitchen of the decaying townhouse N.C. State University provided him and his wife, Tara. He’d hoped for… Continue Reading
Professor Cornwall stepped into N.C. State University’s basement physics department lab and stared at Garcia, the discoverer of time travel. Hunched over his work station, the boy genius fiddled with a mobile phone. The faint sound of Day Tripper leaked… Continue Reading
The Indian jutted from the bow of the skeletal remains of a British whaling ship. His surface cracked and the once bright colors of his headdress faded. I swam up to him, touched the wooden surface of his face, the… Continue Reading
The fiery orange sun hung high over the Bangkok skyline to the south. Professor Tina Montri rearranged her skirt and adjusted the alligator skin briefcase on her lap which held the presentation and research notes from her talk at the… Continue Reading
Sara puts down her paper and swings her legs over the side of the lounger. Squinting against the lunchtime sun, she peers out over the lake. It looks calm, deep and serene. “So, fancy a dip, then?” she says. “Certainly… Continue Reading