Lobster Solidarity

Owen gazed at the mountain from the safety of his blue Dodge Shadow. The day was warm and clear and he had time to kill before work, so he came here to look at the mountain. And there it was. His job was only a month old and he still felt apprehensive when he reportedContinue reading “Lobster Solidarity”

Imagining the Ordinary

It started with the teabags, but before that. It’s hard to be certain when an adventure really begins but if I had to stick a pin into a point and make a mark, it wouldn’t be with the worms, it would be with the teabags. Memories bleed into dreams. Or is it the other wayContinue reading “Imagining the Ordinary”