Category: dreams and visions

Nurse Golden Eyes

She wore a black surgical mask, the nurse with the golden eyes. She introduced herself before I went under, though I couldn’t tell you her name. It was she who later woke me, told me all is well, and the response dropped from my sleepy mouth—your eyes are […]

Waste of Sand

This road only goes one way: the way it’s going. You can imagine it’s not so, that the road could veer this way or that; perhaps it could even turn backward and take you to places you’ve already been. Remove the idea of could from that notion, and you may […]

The Laughers Got it Right

I knew a woman once; Beatrice I think her name was. Her final moments so well encapsulated my observations of humankind, I continue to think of her years later. The question came from her soon-to-be widower, “Are you scared, dear?” Beatrice didn’t answer, lacking strength then to speak. […]

Cynicism is Cheap

“Vote Trump!” This from a middle-aged man in a Seahawks jersey, the same who moments earlier struck a boo-hoo symphony in the supermarket checkout line over the inflated cost of beer. The man’s directive is aimed at a pair of younger guys, twenty-somethings by the look of them, […]

The Birthday Stealer

It’s time again for my annual birthday story. Writers sometimes talk of stories that write themselves. The older I get, the more elusive I find such stories to be. This one, however, did write itself. Channeling this tale brought me comfort; I hope it does the same for […]

A Dying Little Boredom

I could be doing anything in the world right now. The same device logging these words is capable of receiving, through its magical roots in the digital earth, enough stimulation to occupy me for a thousand lifetimes. Even now, there are several of those stimulants beckoning me, like […]