Jun 10, 2023 | Fiction
My Robin didn’t always sleep well. He wet the bed a few times a season, and it hunched him over with shame. Noises unsettled him; he liked to turn the sound way down on the television, too low for me to hear. He hated when the cloth monkey wasn’t on its...
Apr 12, 2016 | Fiction |
“I have a right to know everything that pertains to the experiment, and that includes my future.” “No reason why you shouldn’t know.” He paused and lit an already lit cigarette. “You understand, of course, that from the beginning we...
