by D B | Jul 28, 2022 | Story
ONE “Alexander, take the money.” Alex glanced at the worn ten-dollar bill in Mr. Henri’s work-battered hand. “Thanks,” he said. “I appreciate the offer.” Rather than take the money, he grabbed his backpack from the bare metal floor of the old pickup truck, and...
by D B | Jan 5, 2022 | Story
In the last hours of a late July day in 1976, Alexander Selkirk walked two miles down the descriptively named Long Hill Road until he came to the town green, a two-acre triangle of land with a scattering of old shade trees. Passing the small black canon, anchored to a...
by D B | Aug 16, 2021 | Story
It’s New Year’s Eve. Tomorrow is 1984. Orwell’s year. Alive 26 years, I’ve yet to devise a plan or discover a goal. For tonight, or for the rest of my life. I’ve spent most of the day inside my studio apartment, my box, on the top floor of a five-floor walkup in the...
