Bad Habits
I was going to be a pharmacologist. I was going to get my degree and come up with a cure for Alzheimer's or Tay-Sachs or Parkinsons or amyotrophic lateral sclerosis or one of those. Instead, I do this. This is how I spend my biochemistry...
Chapter I - Schism
It's a beautiful night but bitterly cold, and I draw my jacket closer to myself and shivier a little. The only sound I can hear is the tock-tock-tock of my shoes against the sidewalk. My shadow is now in front of me, then shortening, then behind me,...
A Love Story
What follows is a love story: The car pulls up to the curb, jerkily, as if Spence hasn't driven in a while. I can feel the sickness start to wash over me and I'm about to ask if I can switch, if he can go in and I'll drive. I stop when I realize...