Speculative ruminations and illustrations

Asymmetry

The Lewises were finishing dinner — a light meal before the summer evening’s soccer games commenced — when the first drone exploded through a second-story window of the Old Town townhouse across the back alley from them. Dana had just stood up to clear the table for her family and turned,

Godspeed

The wheels of Angel Shay’s transport crunched over a debris field between the concrete barriers of The Path as she raced forward into the next turn, picking up the speed she had lost in avoiding the crash. “Innocent lost, Angel fallen. I will weep later,” she whispered to herself,