On Sand

In which a sandbox is procured, children graduate, and old authors pass on.

“It’s Sam!”

On this day, at almost exactly this same time, my son started to work his way out into life, thirteen years ago. He saved me, plain and simple. I was abandoned in a horribly lonely place, no chance of happiness. But then he was there. He protected me, focused me. […]

Sleight

Sam Coughing

“Are you okay?” “Yeah,” “How’s your stomach?” “Fine. Just dreaming.” “What were you dreaming?” “About the last castle.” “In your game?” “Yeah. Can I have a cup of water?” “Yes.” (I go and get it for him, he’s asleep when I come back and I put my hand on his […]