Author: Christopher Green

Sunny Autumn House 0


Some mornings, as I step out the front door for a walk, there are prints of bare feet in the soil by the front door. Shallow, as from a light step, circling round the...

Desert Guitar 0


Later, Brendan could never remember whether he was already awake or not. Certainly he was floating somewhere close to the surface, at least, or he never would have heard it at all. But so...


Broken Record

There’s almost no way to make someone understand what it means to beat your high school’s hundred-meter sprint record. It’s like trying to explain color to a blind person. But I’ll do my best:...