November 2014

Death Comes for Flash Fiction
“In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.”  ~Benjamin Franklin I read a book recently.  I won’t reveal the title.  But it seemed like an awful lot of people died.  Just when one family finally got a handle on life and things were looking up for them, Wham! the [...]
Original oil on canvas by Dario Bijelac
Monoceros, Ptolemy Cluster
I try to keep pressure on the bullet wound but blood still leaks out between my fingers. It’s a deep red against my green scales. I don’t know if I hit that damn bug, Renny. But he hit me. It’s been quiet for a minute or two, or ten. I think I’m in shock; staring [...]
Original artwork by Dario Bijelac
Black Friday
My Uncle Joe spent five years in one of those “re-acculturation” centers. He was one of the lucky ones — locked up, not put down — because my grandfather had so much money and my dad says Joe was always his favorite.  I was only nine then, and I still don’t know how many people [...]
Original artwork by Dario Bijelac
The Rules of the Game
Li brushed the snow off of the Buddha statues that covered the steps outside of Yue’s house. The clouds hung heavy in the sky, and Li was sure that it would snow again soon. But Yue would make the most hideous gurgles and whistling breaths if she did not brush the snow off of the [...]
Original artwork by Dario Bijelac