In the present conflict is created, in history, it is recognized, and in the future, there is a reckoning. Of course, the future then becomes the present, which then becomes the past. Floundering in this current are the countless souls kicking their legs with futility beneath the surface unit they inevitably sink below. They are powerless to change the course but do make significant ripples. Of course, these concentric circles spreading out over the water’s surface are merely superficial. One such wavelet was triggered and set on its dissipative journey in a State courthouse after the passing of a very wealthy man. Upon his highly publicized death, many contenders came to stake a claim to the wealth he was compelled to leave behind. Soon it came down to only two families. The first carried the deceased’s name, Bowlin. The second family, the Doutrives had a bastard son, but the boy was older than any of the Bowlin boys and to the presiding judge that had to count for something. The ar
This is a collection of anecdotes from the fringes of reality, a tapestry stitched together from our dreams as well as our nightmares, from the fears that haunt the collective imagination. These are the symptoms of the sickness known as the human condition.