When the boomerang returns to me, it is covered in blood and mucus like a newborn. This should be impossible. I don’t know what it found out there in the darkness or why it made it all the way back to me after it found it. This is a mystical night. The shroud of evening has removed all colour from the desert, making it into a black and white ( Read more... )

This was my fourth summer paving the flat parts of Nevada with solar panels. Up in Canada during my teens, I’d been a treeplanter and this wasn’t much different. The project had been going on for four years and looked like it would go on for another six ( Read more... )

Ten cheap plastic watches up each arm that were all stopped. These were his powers. He wore goggles to protect his eyes from the desert sand ( Read more... )

His car ran out of gas. It puttered to a stop on the side of a hot highway in Road Runner country. The desert stretched out around him for eternity. The sun was nearing the horizon. He remembered that photographers referred to this as the ‘magic hour ( Read more... )

It fell to me as the new guy to turn out the lights. Whenever an experiment was terminated or needed to be shut down and relocated, it was the latest acquisition’s responsibility to stalk the halls. We were working on super soldiers. Completed successful projects were hired to police the perimeter and man the switches ( Read more... )

I’m crawling through the desert ( Read more... )