• Udo Lessing woke in a sweat. It was the same old dream that had been haunting him since he was a little boy. It always ended with a blinding flash. He rolled over and looked at the bedside clock; three-thirty. He knew he wouldn’t get back to sleep easily, he never could after the dream, so he decided to get up and make a cup of tea. It was then that he heard the sound, a muffled creaking on the stairs outside his bedroom. Read more…


  • Nathan first met Excalibur (“Exie”) on Christmas morning, as happens a lot with a boy and a dog. Nathan was 9 then, and Exie had enjoyed all of 65 days on this planet. Exie celebrated the moment by peeing on the living room carpet to my consternation, and the amusement of Nathan’s father, Mark, who had frequented the shelter for weeks, searching for the perfect companion. Read more…


  • It was well past midnight when the harsh metallic ring of the telephone next to his bed broke the solitude of the night. Most of the Deutsche Demokratische Republik was asleep, and programming for the day had long ago ended, leaving a snowy image on his TV screen, a flickering gray glow on the naked bedroom walls and a ghostly illumination to the layer of stale cigarette smoke that hung stagnant above his head. Read more…