Zombie children

Squirrel life is not without risk... Chapter 2.2 My phone vibrates in my jacket pocket. It’s a familiar number but I don’t remember whose it is. I don’t answer calls unless I’m certain about them and I hold the phone through three vibrations before answering. “This is Norm.” “Hey, it’s me,” Golding says as if … Continue reading Zombie children

Is time travel a cop-out?

Today's installment was written on this fully compatible English/Icelandic typewriter. “What is this, a lock?” Guy, a throwaway character asked, picking it up off a shelf where it served as a dutiful bookend in the mystery section. “Careful. Careful, it’s a time machine,” Susannah Fontaine-Williams said. “No, really, what is this?” he demanded, picking it … Continue reading Is time travel a cop-out?

Petrovsky resurfaces

Petrovsky's dog at a highway service stop. P had just gotten up to attend to an urgent matter and I was left for 17 uncomfortable minutes trying to find common ground with this  disinterested animal. Note: for best results, listen to Elmer Bernstein's The Great Escape while reading this document. A letter from my old … Continue reading Petrovsky resurfaces

Playing ping pong with Steve Jobs

It was definitely Steve Jobs. Sure, Steve Jobs has been dead for years, but the person in the body was Jobs. Lean build with casual clothes loosely hanging on him. He sounded like that actor, not Peter Coyote, the other guy, who was in that movie with Russell Crowe and Guy...what’s his name. Pierce Patchett … Continue reading Playing ping pong with Steve Jobs

Fear of falling

In 1987, the world's human population reached 5 billion and the last of the Kauaʻi ʻōʻō (Moho braccatus) died. According to the bird's Wikipedia entry, "The last Kauaʻi ʻōʻō was male, and his song was recorded for the Cornell Lab of Ornithology. The male was recorded singing a mating call, to a female that would never … Continue reading Fear of falling

Note to the piano movers

Thanks so much for coming ahead of the storm. It’s only a category three; I don’t know why they even bother to call it a hurricane. When you first enter the house, be certain to ignore our darling dog, Schatzi, who has a multiple personality disorder. He’s suitably medicated, but, if disturbed will most certainly … Continue reading Note to the piano movers

Carried off by the swift waters

“All right,” I said. “Tell me all about it.” Like I said, I had time and more than anything, I like a good story. Alder Fanspree got up from the bench and turned to face me and his wife. “I had just dug into breakfast, egg and cheese on a toasted roll, when a man … Continue reading Carried off by the swift waters