Fleda Brown

My Wobbly Bicycle, 25

Sunday was glorious. Jerry and I drove to Empire and walked on the Lake Michigan beach, looking over at Sleeping Bear Dunes, and then we drove to Glen Arbor a few miles away and walked that beach, then ate lunch at an outside table. Lake Michigan is about as head-clearing as...

My Wobbly Bicycle, 13

I’m on my back. The red laser-beams have me in their cross-hairs. I’m staring up at where four ceiling tiles have been replaced with light-permeable photographs of an autumn scene, a creek flowing around a rock, rocks on the bank with yellow leaves plastered against them, a...