Text Line

The messages come through fast and often.  They cascade down the monitor, black characters on a white background divided by light grey borders. Names, locations, requests — musical or otherwise.  New texts slide in at the bottom, bumping through the queue of new album spins, talkback requests, or lonely conversation. But sometimes one pushes its… Continue reading Text Line

Hot Air

They had left the boy behind long ago. Tatters of sunbleached cloth caught the wind on thin flagpoles but otherwise only their stories remained. The tales of high above. Past the clouds. The boy had begun to gather his own wool from the farmers after the sheep had been sheared and the merchants had taken… Continue reading Hot Air