It's a Sunset Boulevard moment, to be sure. The difference being, of course, that I'm not narrating this sordid tale as a disembodied voice hovering above. No, I'm standing right here at the water's edge with a baseball bat at my side, dangling from fingers too limp to hold on. Yet somehow they m...
She frowns at times as her fingers make the journey. Then she smiles, parts her lips as if to speak. But no words escape. She is silent as she travels. "Well?" The man behind her is dressed in black, his face and head clean-shaven. Gold rings pierce both ears. He stands leaning to the right, hold...
When he's not grading papers, he's imagining what the world might be like in a dozen alternate realities. He's an active SFWA member, and his short fiction has appeared in AE SciFi, Cosmos, Daily Science Fiction, Nature, and Shimmer. His novel Captain Bartholomew Quasar and the Space-Time Displac...