Waiting for Sot

Scruples. Chance. Fishing. Hiding. Most of the gods are on the make. Being at least part human, as I am, may cause one to harbor some scruples. These Sylvie relies on to keep me on the straight and narrow. It’s no wonder humans have created shame in an attempt to keep the activities of theContinue reading “Waiting for Sot”

A Clean, Well-Lighted Place

Every hour seems happy hour in this diner on some corner, the coffee pot fresh and warm, each table a worn flower. She passes her reflection in the silence of the old jukebox, vacant these many years, and fingers a grey hair wistfully behind one ear. He sees her waiting all hours, having come toContinue reading “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place”