The Medusa Frequency
At three o’clock in the morning Eurydice is bound to come into it. After all, why did I sit here like a telegrapher at a lost outpost if not to receive messages from everywhere about the lost Eurydice who was never mine to begin with but whom I lamented and...
A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain
Open Arms His face turned to me now, and I could not draw a breath. I thought for a moment that my first impression of him had been correct. He was a ghost and this was the moment he would carry me away with him. My breath was gone, never to return. But he did not...
Crossroads
“I never liked Santa Claus. I thought he was scary and creepy. I had a problem with him. But the look on those little girls’ faces, when they caught sight of the reindeer and the sleigh – I don’t think I’ll ever see more pure wonder and...
Damned If I Do
The Appropriation of Cultures “What in the world do you need a truck for?” Sarah asked. She stepped over to the counter and poured herself another cup of coffee, then sat back down at the table with Daniel. “I’m not buying the truck. Well, I am buying a truck, but...