All of us together, pretending to be happy, are what we appear to be.
Category: Fiction
Short stories by Wayne K. Spear.
It has come to my attention, as a result of my inquiry, that freedom of speech is under threat. Everyone is talking about it.
Everywhere life returns to the Earth; everywhere there is romance and love and intercourse. And so I throw myself into it, with abandon, with all that I have. I have crossed the Lubicon, shouting, “Alea ejecta est!”
The word “chief” can be used as a slur, but it happens also to be an honorific title.
The two August Leaders, one the President of America and the other the President of…
Ken Detective takes the last of the bourbon. He of broad shoulders, square chin, chaws…
They had absorbed WhoMeaning, as it came to be known, much the way a sponge…
