The other day I was driving north on Cox Road.  If you aren’t familiar with the area, it’s a sort of mashup of industry, farms, and blue-collar housing.  About a quarter-mile from SR520, rolling as fast as his arms could propel him was a one-legged man in a wheelchair.  Dressed…

In my files somewhere I have the beginnings of a story about a man trapped in a dead-end job doing meaningless work who sees the walls of his office melt, revealing another world beyond. I wasn’t terribly satisfied with what I developed because it seemed to be turning into another…