Interactale 10 – One Wonderful Day

“Gimme my bag!” Steve tried to yell at the group of four, the Bully Boys as they were called at the school. Mitch, the oldest and biggest of the gang looked mockingly at Steve, who was trying hard not to show his fear, and then at his gang. Then he laughed aloud and said, “Sure…

Interactale 9 – Before the End

How does it feel to learn you are about to end—that you will never be here anymore? And how does it feel when you know it while standing for well over a hundred years? That’s how long I have been here—through so many winters, summers, springs, and falls—nurturing creatures big and small for years and…

Interactale 8 – The Easy Fix

Grocery shopping had never been his thing, but since his wife’s license was suspended and she was unwilling to risk driving without it, he had an undesirable trip to anticipate as he lay in bed, unable to sleep because of the headache that had been lurking for a week. He’d get it done as early as…

Interactale 7 – Flames

Surprising as the fire department’s investigation was, Blair Norse could never have thought of how the arson incident that made headlines countrywide just two days ago would relate to him on such a personal level. He certainly wasn’t responsible for the fire as such, one that burnt down nearly one third of his workplace and…

Interactale 4 – The Painting

“Hi,” I said. I was taken aback, both nervous and intrigued. She wore a thin white t-shirt, no bra, and the red and blue paint spattered on her cheekbones was the only artificial coloring on her make-up free complexion. A little white paint freckled the stray hairs protruding from her otherwise smooth hair which was…