“Happy Birthday, Papaaaaa!” The chorus rented the air as I was wheeled into the living room. It’s a small party as I can observe, which is just the…
Original Stories
The Different Folks You’d Meet at the End of the World
I wake up to the sounds of an alarm. It isn’t my bedside alarm, I had long trashed that. It is a siren signaling the countdown to the…
Another Evidence of What Is Lost
How much more can others lose before I am the one that is lost? You know how it is that you think the worst has already happened to…
Selfish People: That Is Who We Are
The scrambling of everyone around me jolted me out of my reverie. For someone who should be reading the addictive Sydney Sheldon’s latest book in the public library,…
When Four Go In But Three Come Out
What does it mean when four people enter a room but only three make it out? Yes, yes, you are right: a murder just occurred. Sarah blinks like…