A Regular Morning
Lorne Bronstein I awoke to the sound of my wife calling me from the living room. “Babe? Come here. I want you to see this.” As I rolled out of bed I…
Lorne Bronstein
Germ Theory
Sometimes they see me. Other times they act like I’m not there. When they get sick. They damn the gods as if they had anything to do with it. I’m…
Them
The cold wind howled through the hollow trees in the dead of night. The smell of rotting wood clung to the thick humid air making every breath labored. Not a…
Kerosene Girl
It’s only a matter of time before they find us. I’m fearful about suicide but the thought of my corpse walking the earth, forever as a soulless vessel, a puppet…