Flash Fiction – “The Old Man’s Robot”

When the neighbors caught wind of my building a woman, the mocking began. Lonely old coot. Disturbing. Clever. Admiration or dismay varied by personality and taste. Distant relatives, whether by blood or stagnant relationship, suddenly felt a need to express their opinion as I sculpted her chassis and crafted her limbs. I ignored them. They … Continue reading Flash Fiction – “The Old Man’s Robot”



“Get back here, you stupid animal!” The calf dashed out from under Greg’s arms for the eleventh time, heedless of his yelling. Greg hurled his rope halter after it, exhausted and ticked off. He was going to kill that little bonehead. (Click to Continue Reading)