Short Fiction – The Argument

Short Fiction – The Argument

  No one remembers how it started. It was some silly little thing like the color of the water at Las Canteras. He said it was green. She said it was blue. Something like that. Things now were totally out of control. She insulted his mother. He called her sister a...
The Dust Gatherers

The Dust Gatherers

    The dust whispers into town like fog the difference being that fog bubbles are hollow and wet while dust bubbles are solid and dry. The houses are painted in bright colors so that people can find their way. The red houses lead to restaurants, the green...