zoon

Gentle people,

I have recently traveled to Florida and returned.  Whilst there, I dreamed the following dream about a tropical fish.  I sit in the sand on a beach.  There are only small waves; I am facing the Gulf.  I shift my left hand along the top of the sand and uncover a fist-sized stone with a flat face.  On the face is a pristine, fossilized fish.  I am no ichthyologist while awake, but I recognized the fish in my dream.  Not the species, the specific fish.  And, although I hold in my hand its mineralized bones, I see in front of me the living fish, effulgent blues, yellows, and a crisp white.  After waking, I have no way to tell whether this fish was a chimera born of fever or some veridical amalgam of scraps from memory.

Until next time, friends,
walter

brother

Hello friends,

I have created a blog for my brother, who is too meek to do it himself.  I will post any and all stories he emails to me, and perhaps he will even begin to post directly.  To start you off, there are 2 parts of a 3 (or more?) part story here, at his new blog:

crazygeorgestories.blogspot.com

To the enjoyment,
walter