The first pet

“Jeff, we should buy you a pet,” Rhea said. “But Mama,” Jeff clutched the metal figure of a puppy. “I already have a pet.” The pet-bot pressed its muzzle against Jeff’s arm. As it let out a shrill electronic whimper, a tear drop rolled down from its eye. "Woofer’s the best pet in the world."

Freewheeling feet

When feet burn with a restless thirst,And eyes invigorated by sleepless nightsDance with enigmatic smiles.Boredom dusted off the shoulder,Fades into a distant speck.With logic and reasonCrumpled into paper ballsAnd tucked away into the corner of a shelf.The leash of routine snappedWith apathetic unconcern;The wandering soul has no reliefWhile insanity tugs at the sleeveAnd the world … Continue reading Freewheeling feet