Same Old, Same Old Part III
Kwame took his meal and headed back across the loch to the cooker. There was some drained pasta from last …
Same Old, Same Old Part II
“Vat do you mean, ‘not again’? Come. Join me. We have a lot to talk about, young man!” Kwame turned …
Same Old, Same Old Part I
Kwame was cold. And bored. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if he was cold, or if it was just …
The Thought Box
In the future there are no hover-cars or transporters. People don’t beam themselves to work, they just walk there, or …
Virginity, or Today’s Doe
Today is a long June Tuesday. The birds swoop low over the meadow, the grasses are fat; pregnant with pollen, …