Turnbull opened his eyes when the first drop fell on him. He had spent the night lying in the park, and though it had been cold, it had also been dry. He had been thinking that he’d get out of the park with a layer of dew on him and that was all. So, it … [Read more…]
It was cold enough outside to feel it, but warm enough to be okay. Davis stood at the front door of his house looking out at his block. The cool breeze felt like a fingernail being rubbed across his cheek. He stood on the front stoop in his robe and smiled at the day. If … [Read more…]
When I was a child my heart was light and my mother had to tie me into bed so that I wouldn’t float away. Before that, I had floated through the window and gotten tangled in the telephone cables in the back alley. I was only a baby and so I hadn’t been worried about … [Read more…]
In the first place, there was the damned pigeon. It had said that it was tired of flying, and so all it did was walk around me while I tried to get the wall patched up. I could have used its help, but I didn’t have any. All I had from him were complaints about … [Read more…]
I know that I saw the big cat in the woods. I don’t generally talk about it, though. People either don’t care or they don’t believe me. So I just keep it to myself. It was an excellent thing to see, and I really don’t want to worry about whether it was either important or … [Read more…]
On the first day, the bird showed up and he was in a foul mood. He’d landed in something sticky the night before, and hadn’t noticed it, so he’d been stuck to the branch in the morning. He spread his wings, released his grip and went nowhere. After he’d figured out that he was stuck, … [Read more…]
The cat said that it wasn’t his fault and I believed him. The cat could do some unexpected things, but bringing about the end of the world was beyond his abilities. Someone else must have done it. I wasn’t sure who it might have been. It was the last thought I had before that building … [Read more…]
As I watched the house burn, I realized that I probably should have put more gasoline in the living room, since it wasn’t burning nearly as well as the rest.
I asked the monster if he was going to kill me. He said that he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. If he killed me, people would come looking and poking around for him. They might even start hunting him and shoot him. If he kept me alive, he’d have to take care … [Read more…]
I stabbed him repeatedly until he was dead. He’d been getting up all night on the half hour. Every time I started to doze off, he would get up. So I killed him, and finally got a good night’s sleep.
