Dark Box, Dark Room [short fiction]

From the papers found on the desk of Thomas Sarebbononato by his nephew a week or more after the former's funeral during a summer when a lot of rain fell. [a fragment] The past is not past--should this be interrogative or declarative? Yet, by now or by then? Up until what? No! Moreover--of course! As a further … Continue reading Dark Box, Dark Room [short fiction]