Blanket

The blanket had secreted some sort of resin that had begun to disintegrate the bed, like the blood from an alien in one those “Alien” movies. I’d never talked to a blanket before, so I figured this was a good time as any. “Hi, I’m Reginald,” I said. I was half-expecting there’d be no response.… Continue reading Blanket

Imp

I’ve never been very good at telling people how I feel. In fact, I don’t even think I’ve ever really known. I ask myself what I’m feeling all the time, and whatever plan I had for fixing something broken flies out of consciousness like a sudden concussion. I believe I can’t know because there’s something… Continue reading Imp