Gwyn Glasser
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I had stacked the fire too high, I realized staring into it. It was choking. A small gout of flame flickered from under the topmost log, struggling under its crushing weight, and the rest was a tired glow. I like staring into that wall of flame you get when you first light the kindling, that fire burns out quickly. And if you try to build it higher with thicker logs, it suffocates, or worse, burns too high for your hearth rages out and about your home.
By Gwyn Glasser3 years ago in Fiction
Gallagher's Smile
Tulip Toothpaste: The latest craze from Indigo Consumables’ line of lifestyle products. As soon as you thought you were living the Indigo dream, like Max Gallagher with his bioluminescent scotch grinning at you through the spinning blades of the roadside turbines, they would begin to hint at a missing piece to the glamorous puzzle. The human-level AI champagne stand would slowly slide out of centre stage. Commercial by commercial, yestermonth’s craze was elegantly brushed under the synthetic sabretooth rug. You start to realise that you’re still missing something; there are still a few people out there who laugh at jokes you don’t understand…and then in a few months, the grand reveal. Whether you put it down to short memories, or the trillions sunk into each campaign, each new product was a revelation.
By Gwyn Glasser3 years ago in Fiction
The Little Black Book I Found At The Bus Stop
I always stop to pick up a bit of paper flapping in the wind. I’ll read the receipt at the top of a trash can, or the scraps of old poster on the billboard when they haven’t been quite removed or covered by the new. You never know what might be on it. You never know what somebody has just lost.
By Gwyn Glasser3 years ago in Humans