Served in the US Army as a Green Beret. Published in LA review of LA, Nine Line Anthology, and Afterwords. Wrote his first story at five.
The lights flicker, go black. He walks out of his shack, sees that his abode is the only dark one and looks to the sky, as if for support. The glass towers glitter under a rocket arcing through the sky. Another mission to Mars, says his phone, the colonization process well under way. But the man, our man as it stands, didn’t win that lottery ticket, and so he only watches, the cool fall air tightening his skin; for a split second he can almost feel the warmth from the rocket.
The man tickled the roof of his mouth with his tongue for some relief from his troubling thoughts—but nothing. So he started to chew the inside of his cheeks. That helped some—but not really.