Cellfic 13: “Egg Salad”
He caught the call from the Chief mid-bite. Egg salad. Slopped on the face of his cellphone. He could just make out the Caller ID between the bits of egg and relish slipping down the screen: Chief Haymen. Ever since the Five Points shooting — that’s what they were calling it even though technically that’s [...]
Cellfic 12: “Emperors’ Statues”
Did the Emperors really believe those statues would remain encased and still forever? Were they so arrogant? Did no one warn them? Surely at least one Emperor’s child stared at the suffering giants, worn by water and the burdens of imperial glory. Surely at least one child realized that, where enormous shoulders seemed never to [...]