Short Story: Guillermo’s Words


I want to tell you a story about a friend of mine, well more of an acquaintance. A researcher here, his name was Guillermo, or something Spanish like that. Came from Bolivia, or maybe its Argentina, but he lived in Bogota. I can’t remember. Definitely a South American, but real Iberian features. But anyway-

He worked at the bioengineering department, splicing, sequencing, fluorescence imaging, bacteria, you know? Stuff like that. Well, he lost it. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Not Forgetting

If I could lose one memory what would it be?

Does that seem like a bizarre question to ask myself as I sit here, beside this road, bleeding out?

Maybe such philosophical ramblings are common from the minds of dying men.

We need to know what we’ve left behind, what we’ve done.

So we’ll think we’ve mattered. Continue reading

The Duck and the Dame (VisDare 14: Normalcy)

My entry into the recent VisDare, a tale of microcosmic comedy and tragedy- and polite bestiality.

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The Duck And The Dame

I can assure you the duck is leading the dame. Continue reading

Flash Fiction: How Long Were You Alone In The Dark?

This is flash fiction about love and survival after nuclear war that I wrote because of all the Korean Peninsula madness going on lately. Enjoy and please comment.

How Long Were You Alone in the dark?

It’s an unanswerable question. How long we spent in darkness.

We (my wife, my brother, my neighbor and I) were down there for about two weeks till something happened to the lights. Continue reading