The Death Dog

The first time I saw the dog in the mirror was on a rainy grey morning years ago, in the tiny apartment I shared with my two brothers in the city of Dalat, in the Central Highlands of Vietnam. I just came out of the shower, and was dressing up for a meet with some … Continue reading The Death Dog


Automatic Soul Machine

This was a challenge from a friend - the story had to include an ATM, birds, mist, and a scythe. It was a lot of fun, but it seems I have channeled Terry Pratchett! Automatic Soul Machine A figure appeared in the thick mist that straddled the harbor like a cold, wet cloak. The figure … Continue reading Automatic Soul Machine