Short Fiction – The Written World

The Last Thing I Saw

I plucked the white sphere off the sidewalk and almost dropped it again. An eye stared up from my hand. It wasn’t real, just glass, cool and dry. The crowd bustled, oblivious, around me. Then a girl was in front of me. Waist high in a pretty white dress. Her eyes were downcast, long lashesContinue reading “The Last Thing I Saw”

Universal Reflection: A Poem

What are the stars when we aren’t looking? Tableaux of warriors, gods and heroes? Or atoms, plasma burning? The universe looks to us, Orphaned children, drifting. The only eyes within it, Painting meaning on the void. By Lauren Brockmeier This work is protected by copyright law and may not be reused or redistributed in anyContinue reading “Universal Reflection: A Poem”