It’s snowing out. A few weeks before Christmas Day. You’re shopping for presents. A scarf, red like something burning to … More
Category: reality
Just a Little Light Reading For the Flight
A Stream of Consciousness about Brussels and Being Home
What this guy sees is smoke and he hears noise like screaming. He’s on the ground, he’s at an airport, … More
The Phones
The smell of gunpowder makes its way into my nose. God. You’d think a cop wouldn’t mind the smell. Might … More