Spilt Milk

The glass now lied dreadfully on the floor, cracked, fine hardwood covered with spilt milk.  The father looked down at the glass, as did his son.  The former looked down sternly and had his hands on his hips, while his son stared down mournfully at all of the milk that he had not been able … Continue reading Spilt Milk

Opus

An unearthly light filled the room. He chased after her, but his lungs were becoming raw and his legs were tired. She run ahead of him with the eagerness of a child have been away from home for too long.

Pi (pie)

Pi is a really big number; so is my pie! I could feed everyone who ever existed if pi was pie. But pi a'int pie, so I will have to settle for knowing that pi is in the circumference of my pie, with an infinite number of angles.