Perihelion

I’m painfully aware that I haven’t particularly been a paragon of positivity these past few years. I’m pridelessly petitioning any pantheon or cosmic presence for power and perseverance in the pursuit of pleasance. As the panel of my peers, please have patience while I program my persona to permanently pause the pity party. Perhaps pretending …

Sentry

It started out on the trajectory of being a normal Tuesday. Stan clocked in at his job at the photomat, put on his smock, mixed up the morning’s chemistry, pulled the rolls of undeveloped film and job tickets from the basket. Birthday parties, vacations at Yosemite, smiles in front yards. Then a cold gaze struck …