Homo Prometheus
A fragment from the wordless dawn
It’s been a while since I published any fiction ... over a year, actually, since Hector Saves His Dad. This piece is short, it came to me in a dream, perhaps a blood memory of the time before time, the dawn age when the archetypes were etched into instinct. Or perhaps it’s just evopsych run awry. Only supporters can find out, because while I give you my thoughts for free, there is a price of admission for my dreams and nightmares.
