Author

Brent C. Smith

Brent lives in St. Louis. He spends his time developing software, writing, playing blues on his piano, and looking for other creative ways to push buttons. He is a graduate of the Odyssey Writing Workshop and can be found online at fossilist.wordpress.com.

http://fossilist.wordpress.com/

500 Seconds

The sun disappeared just now, like a light bulb popping in an empty basement, leaving darkness so complete a brain invents color to compensate. There, then gone, in the space between seconds. Did you feel it? I did because I see the plan. I know the same way I knew that mugger…

Schrodinger's Message

Sarah sips her coffee without tasting it, the last of the week's ration burning her throat. The wall monitor next to the rickety metal kitchen table blinks the time in block white letters, 05:06, much too soon for her to be awake. Her shift at the factory won't begin until…

Have You Seen My Girl?

Have you seen her? She's tall and slender and tilts her head to the side when she studies you. Her face is a mosaic of mismatched pieces: eyes too large, mouth too small. Her spiky copper hair brightens to red at the tips. Completely natural, or at least I've never seen it…