The first time Radovan mainlines MindsEyeTM, the dream-memory transports him three decades back in time to an afternoon in 2010. Artist’s charcoal clasped between thumb and forefinger, he sketches his thirty-year-old wife Analena’s face—side-swept bangs, dimples, a prominent lower lip—then the denim carrier that holds Beth. Their infant faces forward so she can engage the…
When a dream dies, it burns into ashes that then scatter through the atmosphere. Particles might settle alongside river shores, brush across waving treetops, alight on a deer’s fur. Maybe some will land in a human’s eye, drawing a tear that becomes a salty elegy for a future that will never be. Then even those…
The museum warehouse was more than ample space for Polyphemus, and he could make it a true home with just a little effort. That’s what Gale, his social worker from the Department of Mythical Beings, said. She was helping him to settle in on his first night. She had found him the accommodations and even…
Her bare feet hit the pavement with desperate force. When she begged me to help, her voice was faint but strong, scared but trusting. She clung to my back as we rode off on my hand-me-down Harley, and I could smell the sterile lab she’d escaped from, the lingering scent of the chemicals they’d injected…
