I'm glad I got it right. I try to 'read' what's there. This story does deserve more :) So many threads. So much potential. I love science fiction and you sure do know how to do science fiction.

Of course you see it all, in your head. Every bit of the world you describe is consistent. We see it all. The descriptions are brilliant. The idea of a synthetic species descended from humans and

What a beautiful, moving piece of writing Thank you, @deirdyweirdy You and I have noted before similarities in our histories. Feeling we don't belong. That certainly rings a bell. In your case, you managed

no shortage of dirty old pick-up trucks here that is built like a tank :))

I love that picture: two happy men. It's a great shot.

Did I mention my cousin is like a brother to me It's a wonderful thing. My son has that with his cousin. They are six months apart in age. Like two peas in a pod. Grew up going to camp together. Played

Good luck with the lessons. I've been through this now a few times. First of all, I was a reluctant driver myself and refused to get a license until the suburbs, with an infant, forced me. Then as my children

I still haven't learned to care about clothes, but that concern is imposed on me (still!). Uniforms I think are a healthy intervention for kids. The great leveler. Think about something else, not the way

How do you do that??? Oh my heavens. I loved it. Going to YouTube now to share it.

My dear @gracielaacevedo, I am floored by your insight. the internal strangeness that persists in you despite the need for a forced transformation of your identity Why yes, I believe you nailed it. I don't

I knew something had to be wrong...I am so sorry. Turning a corner. I do hope so. Thinking of you. No need to answer this. I know it's hard.

No, of course I didn't. I was a very aware child. I knew who that woman was and I was disgusted. I don't believe she was fully clothed. Had a slip on or something. I was not yet school age. Had gone along

He was very, very smart. That's what I've been told. But erratic. None of his siblings wanted to get on his wrong side. He would rant and rave and promise all kinds of retribution. For sure he was unstable.

Of course she once loved him. She married him. She held on for a long time. You know how they say there are two sides to a story? Well, in this case there was his side and our side. We were terrified of

Thank you very much, @zoe01. I'm so pleased that my writing moved you. I tried to remember that time clearly, and wrote what I remembered. Have a wonderful Sunday.

Thank you, @jayna. Is it wrong to say that when I write for the Inkwell I try to write to your standards? I have you in mind? You have influenced me tremendously. Your insight into stories and your technical

Thank you very much @jotakrevs and @curangel. Your acknowledgment and support are much appreciated.

My brother did. He went back a few times. Was hard for him to let go. My brother is ill now (82) but told me the other day our father was a 'bum'. One of my brothers called him Satan. That brother is deceased

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Yes, she fled. Had family in the city that had asked her leave for a long time. They opened their home to us and then helped us settle. I never saw him again. My longshoreman cousin and very small Italian