I lean the bike against the window, with a view of the cash register. It’s Sunday morning. I don’t need to lock it. Inside, I look at the bike through the glass, as people walk by. It’s like a painting, like the bike’s no longer mine. It’s just a picture. “Fruit explosion […]
Short Fiction Contest for Emerging Writers: Boulevard Literary Magazine
Look really closely in this image. You will see a planet. A bit out there what you find yourself writing about at times, because you have no time to write anything but what’s really harping on your head. I wrote a story called “The Reach” a while ago, on the premise that time and velocity […]