This story published in Soft Cartel I. Greg was driving out West because he was out of ideas. He passed through a long stretch of nothing but golden fields and the occasional billboard. Roads crisscrossed the fields, perfectly straight. The plains appeared endless. Greg felt he was falling farther back, back into the plains. […]
A man with a mustache and glasses is kneeling over his garden pulling weeds. He spots me and motions me over. “You are that American, nay?” he says. “I heard you took the apartment in the back. My name is Wolf.” “I’m Brian. Nice garden, Wolf.” “Not bad, nay? It keeps me busy. And you? […]
At a house at the edge of the woods a little old woman throws out seed for the birds. She sends the seeds out in wide arcs, making a carpet of cracked corn and sunflower seeds. Some of the corn seed will become little corn plants that the little old woman will remark about to […]