SONNY HAD A BIG FRAMED PICTURE ON THE SIDE OF HIS WALL, the size and shape of a freezer door. Inside the frame sat one blown-up picture—a night sky over a valley of glacial ice, neon lights beaming over the snow, and beneath the picture one word: ICELAND. Sonny faced this photo, seated in his rolling computer chair, focused on blank wall, a speakerphone voice filling his bedroom with the sound of human voice and useless information.
It was a late night, and all he could look at was that picture on his wall. ICELAND. Would he ever get there?
But a little rubber band snapped on the back of his neck. Maybe. He might have a long life, and many chances. It wouldn’t be hard to get to ICELAND. The rubber band snapped again, and Sonny got back to work.
I’ve decided to change up the blog’s content a bit, with a lot more non-fiction and essays. But there’s still going to be fiction for the people who want it, just most of it will get posted on Fridays.