Month: September 2013

Miles hadn’t visited his grandfather since the operation. Miles excuse was that he was busy working two part-time jobs and writing his thesis, but his mother cornered him at breakfast. “Miles, you should go see him.” There was a tone in her voice that made any protest fade away. “He’s not going to be around … Read more

Peeking over the edge of the overturned living room coffee-table into the kitchen, Hortch watched the cola can spinning on the counter, spitting molten lava and smoke. “Hortch, do something!” yelled the cat, who Hortch was quite certain had never spoken to him before – a detail he took note of, but filed under ‘LATER’. … Read more

On Sundays, Gwen Dilken always took Horta, her dove, down to the off-leash dove park. There, dove owners could take off their dove’s leashes and let them fly freely. She nodded and smiled at another woman she recognized who was leaving with her dove, saying “Hi, there, how’s Binky?” in that way all dove owners … Read more