My first day alive, four days before my last, was cold and bright. The Woman had made me sometime in the morning when the air was damp and the garden was quiet. Before she gave me my eyes, I could… Continue Reading
The lights on the Christmas tree sparkle, there is wrapping paper scattered all over the floor and the house rings with laughter. The smell of the Christmas lunch wafts in from the kitchen and my sherry glass is full. “Grandpa,”… Continue Reading
A snowman was murdered last night. Tire tracks ran across the front lawn. This murder wasn’t on the 10 o’clock news or on the front page of the paper this morning. There wasn’t even a tiny blurb in the local… Continue Reading