The tick tock of the clock divided the silence into tiny slices. If only the clock would be still for a moment. But the pendulum swung...

That word. The one in a million. It fits like the last piece in a jigsaw. But it….it….eludes, that’s it, eludes the grasp of memory. It...

The place you grew up in is more permanent than your memory of it. Memory cells die and go to limbo heaven in mere decades but the...