I’m just gonna drop this here. It’s a random short story I wrote while commuting on the train about 20 years ago. There are a few of these floating around. The stories are unrefined and are not great, but maybe they mean something about who I am…who I was…who I will become?
A Plastic Pause
He stared at the humongous fish tank that severed the restaurant in two and wondered what the waiter’s reaction would be if he demanded the pale orange guy hovering near the plastic diver.[Read more…] about A Plastic Pause