The first time Wilson saw them was when he opened the medicine cabinet one groggy morning in search of aspirin and his toothbrush. Between the familiar can of shaving cream and the plastic tumbler that held his toothbrush, lying on his crushed and twisted tube of toothpaste as if it were a luxurious pillow, were two tiny people. They were no bigger than his thumb, and a little pinker, lounging in a tangle of spindly limbs. One of them lifted its head from the toothpaste and he slammed the door shut.
While amusing, I’m afraid that I simply didn’t understand the point of this story.
- Anon. Editor
We do tend to like darker stories, but this was a bit nasty for my taste; I had a difficult time empathizing with either Wilson or the little people.
- Anon. Editor
(Though met with initial resistance, this story did eventually find a home at Cherry Bleeds and Pseudopod.)
Writer
http://michael.cartwheelmedia.com/wpm/2007/09/17/2615/
Play Days
R is for Rocket
Zigzag
Conservatory
North Pond - On the Rock
Como Conservatory - Lily Pond
North Pond - Stranded
Little Skeleton
surfacing
polar float
38th and Hiawatha - Tower
38th and Hiawatha - Track
and dark the night and chill
anchored to the infinite
skirl
arch
Alley
That the moon once more may glimmer
night frost
snow trees
lace of light
River Road Nocturne
dimly seen through the mists of the deep
Fort Snelling Flag #1
Fort Snelling Flag #2
Fort Snelling Flag #3
Fort Snelling Flag #4
Closing the gap
Among the Moabites
Harbor Light, Grand Marais
unwinding by storm
Cloud Watcher
Knights and plane - Washburn Water Tower, Minneapolis
alas, o highway, you long for the cars
Canoe
white pine
Silent, upon a peak in Darien
Peabody River: Fissures
Peabody River: Granite Stripe
Leap
The Country of Pointed Firs
Rock Flow
beach run
caducity
Cowboy Karl
Cowboy Karl 3
squaring off
'x' marks the spot
aim
knuckle down
chalk circle
gaze