Earth is a minuscule speck of grit, orbiting an equally minute glowing ember in an endless hodgepodge of similar particles. With the febrile imagination of a writer, I imagine this universe is probably the contents of a massive cosmic vacuum cleaner. Our small planet is populated by boundless numbers of species of life, of which humans are the top dogs. At least we think we are. The reality is we create havoc.
This smorgasbord of short stories is about people: the good, the bad and the ordinary, and how most of us are trying not to fall into the cracks, but to step over the fault lines of life. Some with more success than others.
Earth is a minuscule speck of grit, orbiting an equally minute glowing ember in an endless hodgepodge of similar particles. With the febrile imagination of a writer, I imagine this universe is probably the contents of a massive cosmic vacuum cleaner. Our small planet is populated by boundless numbers of species of life, of which humans are the top dogs. At least we think we are. The reality is we create havoc.
This smorgasbord of short stories is about people: the good, the bad and the ordinary, and how most of us are trying not to fall into the cracks, but to step over the fault lines of life. Some with more success than others.