It still feels like betrayal
They walk among us still — the souls of proxy-fighters we betrayed. Most of us still stagger streets with down-cast eyes; air-pods filling our heads with blazing hymns. It’s painful […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
Closing time
Chef Dubois stood on a chair addressing his crew. The kitchen-noise subsided as he greeted them all; from sous-chef to hostess, from water-boy to waitress. His team; exhausted, longing for […]
Never alone
The universe (which others call the Library) is composed of an indefinite andperhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries – Jorge Luis Borges, The Library of Babel Another day faded as […]
Honor comes at a cost
Ten year old with golden hair to her waist, Lila couldn’t understand the silence; yesterday her parents had laughed with her while she told them about school. Now mother hid […]
Gedänkenexperiment
“No Professor, I never said it cannot be measured, but the results depend on where you are”. The young scientist removed his pinzenez pounding the equation-filled blackboard. A cloud of […]
