Tag Archives: Roger Bultot
Eye Wonder
“It’s an eye,” he said, looking up. I snickered. “What? No way.” Somber and serious, he nodded. “Yep. It’s watching us. Always has been.” “Whose eye is it then?” Wait. Was I actually considering his preposterous claim? “Theirs. They’re watching … Continue reading
Blue Eyes
My wife clutches my arm. “Look! There’s Maddie!” She points into the Great Hall from the balustrade, her eyes firing bolts of desperation. Maddie. The word steals a beat of my heart, even ten years later. “Where?” I ask, ninety-nine … Continue reading
Friday Fictioneers: Tangled Web
Tangled Web Franck flicked a piece of lint from his gray blazer. “Fourth marriage, yah? Perhaps you’d like to see our new experimental fabric?” he asked, staring at Jolene down his well-designed nose. She squirmed as the cartoonish snooty dress … Continue reading



