What Wakes the Rooster (Part 21)

The next few days enjoyed the same peace, apart from a couple of minor interruptions that were ignored by most: Rosie clucked frantically each morning, declaring somebody was stealing her eggs; and the little chick who claimed to have seen the owl in the chief rooster’s shed disappeared. Five days out from the new moon,... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 15)

On the fourth night after Winston’s death, a crash shattered the midnight silence. It came from the shed. The next morning, the chickens waited in the henhouse with anxious imaginations while Ivan and a few roosters went over to the shed to investigate. Upon returning, Ivan declared the noise to have been nothing but an... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 13)

Ivan stepped aside, fixing his eyes on Sonny as he walked up to Winston’s bed. The old rooster lay on his right side, with his neck stretched out and his left wing bent back at an unnatural angle. Feathers were strewn all about and dark blood stained the straw. Around Winton’s throat, feathers had been... Continue Reading →

What Wakes the Rooster (Part 8)

Sonny woke to an unusual sound. It was Winston’s crow, but there was something wrong. Rather than the long, triumphant call Sonny had heard thundering through the air every morning of his life, this sound was no more than an impotent croak. The young rooster rose from his bed and observed that many of the... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: Best Man Speech

"I count myself privileged to have introduced my best mate Phil and his new bride Stephanie nearly three years ago. Steph and I actually met while working together at IBM. I was there briefly as a lawnmowing consultant, and she had just been promoted to Chief Coroner in the laptops department. She was a real... Continue Reading →

Poem: The River

A river flowing, rushing by, As I stood on its bank and watched, The waters rage while in my mind, One daring hope fought fears of loss.   And there around me riverside, A crowd of faces just like mine, Too jealous to enjoy our sleep, Too safe to spend our borrowed time.   But... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: Flashback

“Huh... I never noticed that before. See up ahead where the river makes a sharp bend? There’s a hill up on that bank, covered with trees. See it? I’ve seen it before… only not here. The Mekong. Just like that—the river bend, the trees. A hundred clicks north of Nha Tau. It’s funny the things... Continue Reading →

The Heist (Part 10)

Above and beyond us was darkness—infinite darkness like a starless night. It was somehow clear, and perfect, visible through that murky darkness in which I stood. In the distance, much further than any horizon on earth, there appeared a tall, thin column of light. Seeing as it was so far away, I can’t imagine how... Continue Reading →

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