by David W. Stoner | Jul 28, 2019 | Short Stories
Khirijan, working through the lonely night, bagging and loading 25-pound blocks of dry ice in a plant in a remote canyon far from what anyone would call civilization, dreamed of warm sunshine. At the end of the long night, Khirijan removed her gloves, sucking on the...
by David W. Stoner | Nov 10, 2015 | Mad Scientist, Navajo shaman
Why are some of us so inclined to wander, never really able to settle in one place for very long? Is it genetic, or the result of the way we were raised? I don’t know its causes, but I’ve always been plagued with this chronic restlessness. Recently, I have been...
