Choices

Have you ever pondered on how your life happened? Everybody looks back when they are old enough on the seemingly minor or obviously life changing decisions that shaped their past and present, but this is an exercise that only works retrospectively, without the benefit of repair. Some decisions were evidently good, judging by the results,… Continue reading

Despite her busy schedule Sarah secretly enjoyed one lavish indulgence whenever she could: her private aromatic garden. The garden was laid out on a smooth platform overlooking the ocean, the east edge of which ended with a pair of winding stone stairs that embraced a small fountain like parentheses. The stairs ended half buried in… Continue reading

Terra Two – Chapter 1

Chapter 1 “I, the most humble Mother Joachima, now in the one hundred and sixteenth year of my life, in obedience to the request of Mother Superior, was entrusted with chronicling the beginnings of our mission here on Terra Two and the first hundred years of terra forming.” “Many people would have been better suited… 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

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