selections from published and 'in progress' fiction
marked men, a Prix Aurora finalist, short form english 2007
"Do you like my Mark?"
Nelson reached into Daniel's sodden lap and lifted his left hand, clasping it with his own. Writing scrawled along the flesh of the Nelson's palm and stretched tentatively toward Daniel's. Letter by arcane letter leaped across. Each new touch was agony, like barbed wire tearing, like flame licking and burning.
"It likes you!" Nelson hissed breathlessly.
necessary fictions (flash fiction)
"You write the way people think, did you know that? Almost like you read people's minds." He reached out a long-fingered hand. "I'm Jack."
David didn't take the hand. "Jack, I'm really -"
"Would you like to? Read minds?"