John N CrainThe Day We MetMy hand trembles as I lift the latch on the wrought iron gate. Kind of weird. I wasn’t this keyed up the first time, thirteen years ago…Mar 10, 20201Mar 10, 20201
John N CrainWandaThe usual sweaty-tennis-shoe smell of the school gymnasium was modified by the mixed scents of countless perfumes, crinoline dress linings…Oct 10, 20181Oct 10, 20181
John N CrainThe BureaucratI did something so vile today that it cannot be named. No one saw me do it. I will never go to trial or be punished. You might suppose I…Jul 9, 20181Jul 9, 20181
John N CrainTears on SandConnor started pulling up his stakes in Arizona. The hardest part was saying goodbye to Michael. Connor and his circle of acquaintances…Jun 18, 2018Jun 18, 2018
John N CrainPersistence of MemoriesA warm mist descended over the crèche and K raised its head above the polished stone rim. Not much to see, but the moisture made odors…Jun 18, 20184Jun 18, 20184
John N CrainSpace, Time, and Things BetweenWhat’s left of a once-comfortable log cabin stands precariously on the frayed edge of Tincup. The tight chinking was decades gone and…Jun 15, 20184Jun 15, 20184
John N CrainThe ComalMargarita stood in the middle of the kitchen, crying, staring at a comal. It was not broken, and though the bottom was scorched black from…May 14, 20181May 14, 20181
John N CrainA Machine of Wondrous CapacityPlanetary Survey, Report 2947, Excerpt 5, Final CommuniqueDec 30, 2017Dec 30, 2017