Flash Fiction – “The Old Man’s Robot”

When the neighbors found out I was building a woman, the mocking began. Lonely old coot. Disturbing. Clever. Admiration or disgust varied by personality and taste. Distant relatives, whether by blood or stagnant relationship, suddenly needed to express their opinion as I sculpted her chassis and crafted her limbs. I ignored them. They had never … Continue reading Flash Fiction – “The Old Man’s Robot”