Writer, reader, traveler.
The Sorcerer's Apprentice
“The powder’s secrets have traveled across time,” the sorcerer said. “For more than three thousand years.” He whirled to face the student. His long white beard and hair whipped around him like Poseidon breaking from the water. He leaned across the rough-hewn table, looked deep into his student’s eyes.
Love Me Not
When they found them, the babies wore life jackets smeared with their mother’s blood. The blood was everywhere. No telling how long the babies slipped and slid in it, marveling, most likely, at its slick wetness; then at the syrupy stickiness as it dried.
Never Stop Looking
The boy in the cage watched as the old man reached two grimy fingers into his mouth and pulled out a molar. It made a crunch as it left his jaw. The old man examined it for a moment, then tossed it into the dying fire. It landed with a hiss and set off a tiny shower of embers.