Michael Foody

He was born gasping and blue grey and his eyes slammed shut. The ultrasound showed only a healthy baby, ordinarily reptilian, but, freshly hatched; he was drowning in the atmosphere.
His mother was crying already. Exhausted with stray hairs plastered to her forehead with dried sweat. She looked at him and rasped for help. The father [...]

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The window, the outside window, was made from the same two way mirror stuff as they have in interrogation rooms. It was Lettered in white and it caught the reflection of the snow and the white winter sky and it was difficult to read. It said Hazeltown Post Office. The detective had known the postal [...]

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I’m always pleased when I see a letter addressed by hand. As a rule they promise to be more interesting than the balance of mail I receive, bills and solicitations of a pedestrian and commercial nature. Chores basically. This letter was different. The printing was childish. Letters varied wildly in size and some straight lines; [...]

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