It was Gareth who came up with the idea; he usually did. He’d been picking up stones as he made his way through the estate, bouncing them in his palm, filling his pockets, and as we approached the bridge I… Continue Reading
Martin slouched on the seat in the train taking him home from classes in the Highly Capable program. His gangling legs had outgrown his jeans. He had taken a worn paperback from his satchel, but it was hard to read,… Continue Reading
Jon’s morning world is dark and quiet. He moves in silence through the kitchen of his studio apartment, where he keeps the lights off to avoid waking his roommate. The near-vacant streets are soundtracked by his footsteps and the rustling… Continue Reading
“He’s built for speed. A regular speed demon.” Those were the first words heard and understood by steam locomotive number 9028. He considered the phrase in the steel matrix of his mind and decided Speed Demon was a good name… Continue Reading
I found Dad at the train yard when I arrived for work. Dressed in overalls and a flannel shirt, he smelled of sulfur and cigarette ash. “Case,” he said, giving me a nod as if we were old chums. “Dad.” … Continue Reading