sci-fi – Backyard tales

The stone in my pocket

You know the stone I carry around in my pocket? The one that looks like any old boring piece of rock? Small, smooth and round, it sits comfortably in the palm of my hand; weighing just as much as a stone should weigh. It’s unremarkable, grey, and there’s nothing about it that would make youContinue reading “The stone in my pocket”

Handle with care

It arrived in the mail. My doctor told me she’d be shipping it over and I’d said it was ok, even though I’d been avoiding it for months. Now that it’s here though, I’m not sure I want it in the house. The courier tries to hand it over to me but my arms stayContinue reading “Handle with care”