Protected: Maybe I’ve Still Got Time

It was back in the time before the electric light, when people still walked on air, and the volcanoes spat water instead of fire, and the sparrows pecked at the frozen pigs’ carcasses which lay scattered about outside the entrance to the home of the Professor George Argyris, which stretched,…

He smiled at her, a private smile, the way you might smile at a dog, or a good meal you’ve just finished making for yourself when you’re home alone. His eyes were bright and I always thought that they looked at you like he wanted you to think that you…