Sometimes I feel like there are tiny gods crawling all over my body. They itch like crazy, or maybe it is more like a tickle; but not the kind of tickle that makes you giggle with delight but more the kind that makes you shriek and squirm and wet your pants just a little bit. …
Category Archives: bits of fiction
A Pause for Maintenance (Day 79)
He pulled over to the edge of the paved path and stepped off his bike. Yes, the rear tire had gone flat again; he had really hoped this would stop happening since he had fixed that protruding spoke head, but here he was again. I had been a while since he had had to perform …
Can’t Take It Back (Day 78)
You have missed me, haven’t you? Of course, you have also missed the way my hair fell across my face when I was reading in the library, and the way the light from those little lamps shone across my face. You miss the way I answered the phone, too: confused at first at the silence at …
Identity (Day 77)
I wonder if you have any idea who I am. Obviously, you know my name — or at least the name you know me by. (See how I did that: sowing seeds of doubt right from the start? You can’t be too careful.) But what can a name really tell you? It gives you something to …
Blink and Rub (Day 76)
I rub the inner corners of my eyes, very carefully at first, using only my fingertips, then fiercely, back and forth over the whole eyes with my clenched fists. Whatever is going on beneath my eyelids responds instantly: the feeling of spiced gravel returns. I close my eyes, willing myself to do so gently (for …
Running Dog, Sitting Boy (Day 75)
The boy sat in the dust of the gravel driveway, his chubby pale legs stretched out in front of him. He stared down the line of the driveway west, directly into the setting sun. In that intense glare of fiery yellow it was had to make out the dog already vanishing around the bend at …
Motorcade (Day 74)
Running through the possible scenarios in my head that would explain the fact that this lone police officer was holding up traffic on a weekday morning in September along this scenic but busy parkway, a motorcade was not in the mix. Clearly I am not psychic. (I never for a moment thought I was, or …
Turning (Day 73)
The first autumnal morning always caught her by surprise. It always seemed too soon, not because she didn’t love fall best of the seasons – she did – but simply because it seemed out place following as it did so suddenly upon weeks of sweltering summer. It seemed too much of a wonder that the …
It is likely you will fail to comprehend the full significance of this until long after it is all over (Day 72)
Even then, it may take years to see how all the dots connected into the big picture, the picture none of us knew we were drawing. The way this all started, it seems like it was always meant to be a part of something larger, something (dare I say it?) greater. The thing was, even …
Turnabout (Day 71)
You had never intended this to be the way things would go, of course. Well, at first, admittedly, you hadn’t been sure how you wanted this all to work out, not exactly. You probably expected that it might not work out at all, not for you in this city, or at this school, or between …
