Dragon, Nested
“Sweet dreams, Emmeline,” he whispered with a kiss on her temple, as a tear of his own threatened to fall. She looked more like her… Read More »Dragon, Nested
Originally from Pasadena, California, Jon Casper currently calls Rochester, New York home, where he lives with his wife, Andrea, and their three cats. A lifelong fan of Science Fiction, Jon enjoys themes exploring human consciousness and the nature of reality, especially the role technological advancements play in highlighting, or disrupting, these constructs.
“Sweet dreams, Emmeline,” he whispered with a kiss on her temple, as a tear of his own threatened to fall. She looked more like her… Read More »Dragon, Nested
Those who knew Eulalia Quirke thought her surname suited her: of the two thousand residents of Red Crescent, she was by far the quirkiest.
Carine had grown accustomed to odd comments from patients waking from unconsciousness. Those unlucky enough to meet her professionally were far from their best selves.
“This new day is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on the yesterdays.” –Ralph Waldo Emerson
Three degrees south of the Equator, Iquitos was three degrees warmer than my blood on that September afternoon.
It was a fresh take on the message in a bottle: a message scrawled on the back of a leaf.