I wrote this short story for a contest a few years ago.  There were basically three rules for the story: 1.) Less than 2,000 words, 2.) It had to open with “The robot felt”, and 3.) Had to close with “In the end, the robot felt nothing.  He wasn’t programmed to”. More recently, I submitted […]

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Denise stood in her living room and looked around her.  The white IKEA futon.  The pale wooden coffee table and end table (both from the same matching IKEA set).  The still-life art prints on the wall.  These objects had all come with her roommate.  Despite all this around her, the apartment now had an empty […]

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