The Conductor

The Conductor

Darin listened intently to the elder. He had heard the story many times, but, today it was different, made more sense. Or less. He wasn’t sure which. But it called to him in some way. “Teacher?” he asked, interrupting. Teacher was what the youth of his village called...
The Tourist

The Tourist

Miriam was in the box stores again when I saw the woman. She walked in front of my parking spot. I don’t think she saw me. Hell, I don’t think she saw anything. Not the dozens of cars, the stores. Nothing. And, yet, I believe she saw everything too. I’m not even sure...