Other Side Of Summer IV: A Telephone Call
A telephone rang. "Hello?" "Mr. Otter? This is in regards to your son. I'm afraid the operation was not a success." A gasp. He had feared this call. "What happened?" "The doctors tried to remove the growths, but they remained no matter how they were...
The Other Side Of Summer
The Other Side Of Summer I first saw him when he came in for an interview. The secretary for our department alerted us that a potential new hire was coming through. This, in itself was not usual, because it was part to let everyone in the department...
A Letter Home
February 28, 1924 Dear Mother, I hope that you and Father are doing well. Has Junichiro returned from Korea? Have you finished making repairs to the house after the earthquake? I have arrived in Vancouver, and the weather the last few days has been...
Other Side Of Summer III: The Wrong Body
When I heard about the changes that swept around the world, I got really excited. I mean, who couldn't be excited about the thought that the long held dream was coming true: people going to bed one night and then spontaneously acquiring animal...
Other Side Of Summer II: School Days
Ms. Wilkenson was nervous, but then she always was when early August came around. As preparations for the next school year started up, she'd receive the list of the squirming 4th graders that would occupy her classroom and her life for the next 10...
Character Sketch: Takenoko
She took a look around the bar. For a Friday night, it seemed a bit slow. Takenoko wasn't really sure why she agreed to go out with the two other girls at the latest place she was working at. They seemed nice enough at first, but she got an...
The Other Side Of Summer V: Graham's Story
Graham had been blind since birth - he was born several weeks premature and his eyes never had a chance to fully develop. But to call him disabled was a grave mistake. Even as a baby, he'd crawl fearlessly around the house, touching and feeling...
Fox Confessor Brings The Flood
For the fifth time this morning, Yeo wished he had brought his wooden clogs instead of the straw sandals he currently wore. At least the fur on his feet wouldn't be as mud caked as they were. Rain continued to sheet off the conical straw hat he wore....