Category: Fiction

“Do you ever worry we’re too attractive?”

But after weeks of writing, I began to notice something. I didn’t think it was intentional. Maybe Jack had just made a mistake

Henrietta opened the door to the tissue culture incubator. She had stopped by the lab this late in the evening mainly to check on her cells.

The lab stretched in all directions like a beach at low tide, its habitat revealed by the passing wave of the daytime rush.

Unless they happen to you, disasters are initially acknowledged as far-away abstractions. Yes, a terrible thing happened, but terrible things happen everywhere, every day….