We spoke, for days, for nights, for years, about everything, nothing, the great question about life, the universe, and everything; and in the end, at the dial tone, I fell in love with that voice on the other line, softly speaking ideas, principles, and possibilities. I fell in love with the intonation of her voice—trying to convince and sound smart, clever, and witty. I fell in love with her crazy logic and theses, with her possibility realities. I fell in love with the quiet “uh hu” offered...

A rainbow races across the sky. “Look at that!” an impassioned and astonished voice says. Never having seen a rainbow before the voice was full of admiration and amazement. The voice was that of Timothy, a 5 year boy who had been hospitalized for the entirely of his life until last week. (Last Week: Janet walked slowly towards a white, windowless, foreboding square building. The front desk is situated in so that someone walking through a door has a straight shot at it. Janet does just that. ...

A rainbow races across the sky. “Look at that!” an impassioned and astonished voice says. Never having seen a rainbow before the voice was full of admiration and amazement. The voice was that of Timothy, a 5 year boy who had been hospitalized for the entirely of his life until last week. ________________________________________________________________________ Last Week: Janet walked slowly towards a white, windowless, foreboding square building. The front desk is situated in so that someone ...

A rainbow races across the sky. “Look at that!” an impassioned and astonished voice says. Never having seen a rainbow before the voice was full of admiration and amazement. The voice was that of Timothy, a 5 year boy who had been hospitalized for the entirely of his life until last week. He was fine now. Janet, his mother, is not in the least bit amazed. She pulls his arm and they walk towards an ice cream truck, which Timothy, before the rainbow came, had been yelling about. Janet got two c...

blacked out. on the floor. i wake up. the ceiling fan smiles at me. head hurts, pounding like a door knocker. try to stand up; legs weak, jello comes to mind. house is a mess, a tornado comes to mind. i blink, like a strobe light. turn my head side to side; neck hurts. hand to my head, feels soothing. walk to my bed. go to sleep. wake up five hours later. a quiet buzzing sound hits my ears like a jet plane. open the door. it's the cops. go to jail. blood on my hands. sleep on a slab of cold c...

Chapter 1: In We Meet Our Characters “CLINK” The sound of champagne glasses kissing rings across the hall. Merriment is abundant. Today is the 2nd birthday of Mr. and Mrs. Lord Safford’s only son. He will die by the time this dinner is over. For that matter, all the guests attending this gathering will die by the time this dinner is over. Except for Mr. Bade, who happened to be going to the bathroom at the time of the incident, coming out of the wash room just as the deed was finished. It ju...