The Long Task

The hallway cannot be infinite. Even though the origin point on the horizon never seems to draw any closer, no matter how long I traverse this corridor, I am certain that it must have an end. Nothing, after all, is ever truly infinite. The universe is vast—incomprehensibly so–but has a boundary that circumscribes its existence. And eventually it will fall …

Tea With Rory

Rory leans across my bed, honey-colored curls framing her smiling face as she stretches her arms toward me. “Daddy,” she says, small fingers grasping the tan sheets for purchase, “get out of bed.” I reach across and enclose one of her hands in my own. Oblivious to the fact that she could never compel me to move if I did …