D. J. Reddall
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I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Pensa's Problem
On a distant world, there lived a being named Pensa. Pensa had a problem. Pensa was gravely ill, and was quite sure death was imminent. Pensa was afraid. Pensa knew that was irrational, but that was no help at all. Pensa's body was not at all rational. The sensations Pensa felt were those of a being in jeopardy. The trouble was that Pensa's body did not know the nature, dimensions or proximity of the threat. So it remained in a state of preparedness for flight or fight all of the time.
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Fiction
Private Eyes
I don't mean to sound callous, but the height of the global pandemic was a wonderful time for me. I face special challenges on a daily basis that the symptoms of that plague, and your collective response to them, practically erased overnight. Not only has it become possible to do almost anything (buy, sell, trade, seduce, compel) online, but doing so has become fashionable, sleek and efficient. I have not been obliged to leave my home for years, nor have I had to tolerate the excruciating ritual of a face to face encounter with an ordinary human being in at least that long, excluding special clients.
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ruse
They leave you alone for a long time after you volunteer. There are sacred, mysterious reasons for this practice. I don’t care to know much about them. The quiet solitude—which I was sternly told to spend in prayer and sincere reflection upon my life, my transgressions, and the forgiveness the gods might grant me—gives you plenty of time to think.
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Fiction
