Gunden died quietly in their sleep, so when they awoke (as everyone does) in a world that was very similar but for certain key details, they didn’t remember dying. So they distrusted their memories of things like which cabinet the coffee beans were in or the color of the sky. “I could swear I had… Continue reading

What was he doing in here? He was in the bedroom, he was sure. He thought he had had a reason, just moments ago. He had been… Meyer tried to think back to what he had been doing. What had he been doing? He had been in the kitchen, hadn’t he? Yes, the kitchen, that… Continue reading

“One,” said the first fish.  “Zero”, argued the second.  “One,” insisted the first.  The third fish, which had a blue stripe, finally said “one.”  “One”, agreed the second fish immediately.  Then all three said “one”, and darted away into the deep water of the lake.  “Does it seem creepy to you that they never blink?”… Continue reading

Aberlin’s Gift  The village children, all but Marino, who was timid and sat in their mother’s lap at the side of the great room, gathered around Grandma Lensia, getting as close as they could to her chair without actually climbing into the fire.  It was just a day before Long Night and the Festival day… Continue reading

Winnie-the-Pooh and Piglet were walking along in a far corner of the Hundred Acre Wood — a place Piglet thought they’d never been before — when they came upon a tall stone wall built alongside the path. There wasn’t anything to stop anyone from walking along one side of the wall or the other.  “The… Continue reading

“I feel like I have no sense of time anymore, not since Jeremiah was lost.”  She sat in her favorite chair in her scrupulously clean apartment. The chair faced the big front window. The sill was sparely decorated with a few items that would catch the sunlight. An old, deep blue bottle. A stone that… Continue reading

Filch Burgoo had always liked Nebraska. At least, he told himself, he had always liked watching the vast Nebraska plains roll past outside the open door of a comfortable boxcar like the one he and his pals were in. They were headed east toward the big switching yards outside Omaha, where Filch was thinking of… Continue reading