The box

“You are wrong, there are only ten.” “No, there are not, trust me, there are eleven.” “Ten.” “Eleven.” “You don’t know what you are talking about, there are twelve”, said a skinny youngster with an unsteady adolescent voice that broke on strong vowels like a yodel. “Care to count them, nerd-face?”  a tall girl with glasses… Continue reading

Rosalie’s perfumes

She stirred the mix gently, watching it turn bright lime green. The rounded bottom of the test tube remained lightly coated with the oily liquid for a while, making the glass look green too. Rosalie brought the little vessel closer to her nostrils and took in the fragrance in a slow deep breath. It smelled… Continue reading

Of art, expression and feelings

“What are you doing?!” Jacob’s mother’s voice thundered from behind, startling him. Jacob looked puzzled at his mother and wondered what was her problem. He had been hard at work painting a watercolor crayon masterpiece on his bedroom wall and he was very happy with the results. His little tongue stuck out through the front teeth… Continue reading

In the garden

In the soft warmth of the evening Jane and Tessa were enjoying a refreshing drink of cold water as they watched the sun slowly widen on the horizon, tingeing the tops of the corn husks in phosphorescent orange. “I think we should grow a quarter acre of peas next year, just to try them out,… Continue reading

Flying castle

“What are you doing, Jenny?” “Nothing, mommy”, the little freckled face replied, fumbling quickly to shove a wobbly paper craft under the bed. She had been working on it all morning and she didn’t want to show it until it was finished. Mommy couldn’t help her curiosity and cast a lingering glance in the general… Continue reading

There is a level of wisdom one acquires in time that allows one to accept that dealing with living entities is an eminently unpredictable process. If one is a scientist, especially in one of the hard sciences where one plus one is always two, parallel lines never meet and the mixture of hydrochloric acid and… Continue reading

Sarah placed one of her fingers under the tissue scanner and turned up the magnification to zoom in really close on one of the immortals who seemed to actually stare back at her. It seemed impossible for the species to just exist, unaware, she could swear that one of the beady lobster eyes winked at… Continue reading

Chapter III

‘I’m going to clean’ she said to herself with great determination and a positive, uplifting attitude. All around, random piles of junk of various provenances defied her proudly. ‘Who lives here?’ she wondered, in disbelief that she could actually make such a mess all by herself. ‘Later’, she figured, and brewed some fresh coffee. She swept a dubious mix… Continue reading

Who is Francis Rosenfeld?

Question: “Where did you grow up and how did your early experiences influence your writing?” Answer: “I grew up in Glenorchy, Tassie. My parents lived on a little piece of land, half cherry orchard, half vineyard, a few hundred feet from the Cadbury factory, practically my entire childhood smelled like chocolate. My parents didn’t raise me in… Continue reading