Short Fiction:  The Escape

Short Fiction: The Escape

 The screeching of the brakes and the screams of the passengers woke me.  I opened my eyes and saw the bus veering toward the guardrail. The next thing the bus was upside down. People flew in the air to the front of the bus in a swarm all bloody and broken.  The next...
One Mendocino Morning

One Mendocino Morning

 [Click on BLUE links for sources and information] How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?   William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell One Mendocino morning I woke up to the...