October 31 is so close.

Subdued pinks tinged with dark peach and yellow lining painted the evening sky.  

Sneak Peak
Open On: 

Something About Nick And Krista

“It says here that on All Hallows Eve the veil between the spirit world and our world becomes so thin that--”

“What the hell are you reading Franklin?” Nick interrupted his friend, leaned his elbows on the counter and stopped what he was doing.

“Facts about strange Halloween happenings,” Franklin answered. He pushed his long brown hair from his face and pulled his horn-rimmed glasses back over his eyes before thumbing through the book he held. “Listen to this”—

Nick shook his head. “Nah, I don’t want to hear anymore. Things are strange enough around here without adding more macabre to the mix.”

Franklin cleared his throat and looked Nick’s way. “Are you talking about that far out telepathic thing you and Krista have going on? Hey, that’s not macabre. Well, maybe cool macabre but—“ 

Nick stared intently at him, his nose scrunched. Franklin Bass chuckled and lay the book aside. “Okay I’m done,” he said and turned his attention to what Nick Zelmenis was doing with the knife he held suspended in his right hand.

“Carving takes a kind of skill doesn’t it?” Franklin asked finally. He watched Nick cut deeper into the large bright orange pumpkin they’d picked up at Boston Market Place earlier that day.

The two stood in the kitchen area of the Brownstone flat Nick and Krista shared, the pumpkin and its innards strewn all over the faded red counter.

Nick had already dug out the seeds and angled his knife around to work on the triangle eyes. “Does I guess,” he said. “I just promised Krista I’d have this done by the time she got home from the dance studio. But she won’t be back ‘til late.” 

“Ahh, that’s right,” Franklin said. “Conservatory is auditioning performers for the big extravaganza in December. I’m sure Krista will get one of the best dance parts.”

“Most likely,” Nick added. He focused on the pumpkin’s mouth. “She’s about one of their best ballet dancers, ya know.” 

Franklin smiled as he looked up at the kitchen clock. “Don’t I know it. In my opinion Krista McBaine is the best.”

Nick grinned. Even though Krista and Franklin were friends first, he and Franklin had hit it off almost from the beginning. Nick had literally run smack into him at the Conservatory the day he went there to find Krista, the love of his life. The guy was an astonishing far out keyboardist and Nick had asked Franklin to join his band soon after hearing him play.

“Hey Nick, what kind of costumes you think we should wear for our Halloween gig at the Ford Theatre?”

“Never thought much about it. Ya think we really need to dress up?” He sighed and looked over at Franklin. “I thought we dressed up enough what with all our peace patches and such.”

“Most the bands will be in Halloween type costumes that night.”

Nick shrugged. “I thought it was all about the music with us.”

“We are a Boston Sound Band, ya know. There are some things that are expected of us. Have you talked to our manager Jeff? I’m surprised he hasn’t told ya we have to do it.”

“Okay, I get it. So what do ya think we should dress as?”

“Dunno. Thought maybe you had some ideas.” 

“Not a one. Hey maybe we should ask Cosmo. He a born theatrics.” 

They both laughed. Cosmo Pratt the band’s drummer was as animated as it gets. And Nick was sure he planned on wearing a costume even if no one else did.

“So where are you putting that monstrosity of a pumpkin after you’re done with it?”

“Hmm,” Nick angled it around to admire his work. “Thought about putting it on the psychedelic drum table in the living area. But It’ll look good on the bay window ledge. Groovy cool from the street, don’t ya think?”

{what happens next may surprise even me...}

© copyright Kaye Manro 2016



The full Hunter's Moon of October rose in the early hours of Sunday morning Oct. 16 — and by some definitions, it's also a "supermoon."

October's full Hunter's Moon follows the full Harvest Moon of September, which falls around the start of the autumn equinox. The Hunter's Moon was coined in the Northern Hemisphere, and refers to the time of year when deer and other game are fattened, and hunters begin stocking up for the winter months ahead.

This month, the full moon of October peaked on Sunday at 12:23 a.m. EDT {0423 GMT}. However, to the casual skywatcher, it will also appear full in the night sky a day after it reaches peak fullness.

A full moon occurs each month when the sun, Earth and moon line up, with the moon on the opposite side of the Earth to the sun. At this time, the Earth-facing side of the moon is completely lit up by sunlight. 

A lunar eclipse occurs when the three bodies are lined up such that the moon passes through the shadow of the Earth. Typically, the moon is not completely darkened by the shadow, but instead turns a deep shade of red.

October's full moon takes place when the moon is at its closest point to Earth in its 27-day lunar orbit. This point is known as perigee. Some people define a full moon at perigee as a supermoon. This is not a scientific term, however, so there are varying definitions. The Slooh Community Observatory uses the term supermoon only once per year, to refer to the full moon that comes closest to Earth in its orbit. In addition, Slooh uses the term mega moon instead of supermoon.

In collaboration with The Old Farmer's Almanac, Slooh offered a live broadcast for this month’s full moon on Saturday {Oct. 15}. It is also on space.com courtesy of Slooh. 

The broadcast shared facts and history about the full Hunter's Moon, as well as an interview with Slooh Astronomer Bob Berman, who discussed the difference between a full moon and a supermoon.

October’s full moon has also been assigned a few other names, in addition to Hunter's Moon. The Old Farmer's Almanac, for example, also refers to it as the Travel Moon and the Dying Grass Moon, as farmers traditionally harvest their fields in late September or early October.

Since the full moon of October falls mid-month, October's new moon, when no sunlight falls on the Earth-facing side, will rise Oct. 30 just in time for Halloween.

Kaye Manro
from Slooh and Space.com



‘Woke up one morning the wind through my window
Reminded me winter was just around the bend
Somehow I just didn’t see it was coming
It took me by surprise again…’ df

That’s October for you. After the heat wave through this year’s early Autumn it’s welcome to feel a bit cooler. Beautiful Sunny Days with temps slightly cool at night and sun warming the mornings.

It reminds me of another October that was nearly as nice. About mid-month I was driving back home after visiting a friend in another state. I stopped at a rest area. And a beautiful little black abandoned kitten was scrounging around searching for food and comfort and maybe someone to help him. Knowing me back then, I would do this—I picked him up and brought him home with me.

I named him Kuda, or a friend did. Why that name? It was actually derived from the name Kunta Kinte in the story Roots. But it ended up spelled differently. And so forever after the beautiful little black kitty was known as Kuda.

His first Halloween. Back then I was still giving out candies to neighborhood kids. So my neighbor friend and I dressed up like witches—typecasting you say? We sat on my front porch and put an orange ribbon around Kuda’s neck. He was a big hit with the kids who stopped by. Though skittish at first, he didn’t seem to mind the attention as long as he could cuddle in my cape!

Loved that cat. And I will always remember how cool he was. For many years to come Kuda enjoyed his All Hallows Eve night. He liked people, especially guys, and was in the habit of taking up with anyone who would pet him. Great cat, good companion. 

Though he is no longer with me Kuda had a long and happy life hanging out with me and my family of friends, and will always be a part of my heart.

Here’s to October and you, Kuda.


© copyright Kaye Manro 2016



As we fall into fall I always start thinking about the end of another year and the season that brings the year to a close. As a culture we like to celebrate the coming season with merriment, gift-giving and festivities as in days of old. I am reminded of medieval times and how the people would celebrate the Yule.

With that in mind I am contemplating an idea for a medieval Christmas story. Different than A Medieval Yule, a very short story that was released a few years back. That story was written for the publisher and their Twelve Days of Christmas promotion.

I have an idea forming in my mind for a Christmas story that can tie into the yet to be released Knight Series. The new story will have a Yule theme and feature a castle keep celebrating the season.

These are just basic ideas that are coming to me. I may not get this story done. But I plan to work on this idea and just maybe I will create it into a nice little Yule story just in time for the coming season.

I also plan to layer and expand last year’s Christmas story, Almost Home – Nick & Krista Christmas which will likely get its makeover and a nice reboot for the coming season.

Wish me luck with the interesting new medieval ideas. And the reboot of last year’s seasonal story too.

I’ll keep you updated.

Kaye Manro 

© copyright Kaye Manro 2016



The Harvest Moon gets its name because it is the full Moon closest to the equinox on September 22 this year.
The equinox is an astronomical event in which the Sun crosses the celestial equator - the projection of the Earth’s equator into space.
On the date of the equinox, both day and night are around the same length around the globe. Afterwards, the night is longer than the day.

The autumnal equinox is associated with the harvest. Harvest festivals are traditionally held on the Harvest Moon. And don't forget there is also a lunar eclipse tonight as well.  Should be astounding.




The vast ideas behind Quantum Physics seem to be everywhere in SF these days. 

So what is the difference between time travel and accessing a parallel reality? And what about faster than light speed travel? Is FTL part of time travel or parallel reality?

My study into quantum science theories behind these concepts says that all can be related but not always. For instance, when SF thinks about traveling at faster than light—FTL—it is usually seen as a starship hyper jumping through space from destination to destination. Such as in Star Trek.

Sometimes a parallel reality or time travel can be involved but actual FTL is usually to reach a specific destination. Since FTL presumably bends time to reach a destination, TT and PR can and does sometimes happen in SF stories.

So what about a different reality? String theorists say there are an infinite number of parallel realities some much like ours, some not. But how do we get there? Usually in SF there is a rift or something that causes the parallel shift.

As for time travel just happening, in the extremely popular series Outlander, by Diana Gabaldon, the main character Claire gets caught in a time rift leading to the 1800s by touching a standing stone. It worked well for the author of these stories.  

However, I like to have more science theory behind my stories. Such as a quantum portal that takes characters to specific places in time. I have a series that takes place mostly in a medieval atmosphere because of this time portal.

Parallel realities differ in some ways, at least from my perspective. In two of my Soul-Love stories, Remember Him Yesterday and Barefoot Dancer, there are distinct parallel realities involved in which the characters must interact, but not by traditional time travel. These stories have plausible SF scientific theory behind them. But to keep from spoiling or giving away too much plot and background that’s all I will say for now.

I will say this—each story does have a SF background. Yet basically the main direction of RHY and BD is not about scientifically explaining the parallel realities these characters find themselves having to deal with, but about falling in love and becoming involved with a true destined mate for which they would do anything.

That’s all for now. Stay tuned for more on the fascinating subject of Quantum Physics.

Kaye Manro

© copyright Kaye Manro 2016



Back Bay, Boston 1966

Nick makes espresso in a Moka pot every morning for he and his love, Krista before they start their day...

Brewing the best Moka

One of the favorite things character Nick Zelmenis from Remember Him Yesterday loves is drinking and brewing true authentic espresso. Since his family is from the Baltic region of Latvia, he is naturally drawn to this strong and aromatic coffee.

Nick shops Boston's Market Place to find and stock the best blends and newly roasted coffee beans for his special Moka espresso. 

Here, straight from Nick Zelmenis and 1966 Boston, are a few tips on how to brew the best espresso using an authentic Moka pot. 

Says Nick:

I moved into my current Brownstone flat with Krista and we use the Moka every day, cooking the coffee on the gas burner in our kitchen. If you have fire, water and coffee, you can make a Moka. Fill with cold water, add coffee, tamp but don’t press the grounds into the basket, screw the pot tight and put it on the fire.

Moka or Cafe-tera as it is called in the old country, where my family is from is found in every kitchen there. As my grandmother says, if you want to brew something strong and good a Moka is the way to get your best espresso. And that's not bad for a cafe-tera invented back in 1933 

How it works:

The Moka uses pressure to force hot water through ground coffee, and the groovy shaped pot lets the resulting syrupy liquid bubble up into a top chamber through a chimney. 

It comes in three main parts: The bottom section holds the water for boiling. The top section will receive the coffee. In between is a metal funnel with a perforated disk set into it. This is where you put the coffee grounds, before dropping the funnel into the mouth of the water boiler and letting the thin end of the funnel submerge.

When the water boils, the pressure forces the water up through the funnel tube and through the coffee, and then out through the chimney and into the pot steaming the brew into espresso.

Why so good?

The Moka makes a strong brew, it’s good and with a little care it can be amazing.

Stick some decent coffee in the basket, screw the pot shut and up the gas on your stove. In a few minutes you have a far out brew worth getting out of bed for. Yeah.

According to my Grandmother, the
secret to the best espresso? Take the pot off the heat just before it’s done. Remove it from the heat as soon as the thick part of the coffee has come out. If you watch with the top of the pot open, you’ll see the first syrupy swirls of coffee flow down the outside of the chimney. As soon as you see this, reduce the flame to its lowest setting. This will give the water a little more contact time with the grounds.

The rest of the liquid, still black and thick, will gush out and you want to grab the pot off the heat as soon as this flow starts to pale. You know how many coffee houses will make you a long espresso just by letting the machine run longer, washing more water through the grounds? The pale liquid from your Moka is the exact same stuff, and will taste woody, bitter and burned.

Stop the flow early. I put a bowl of cold water next to the stove and dip the pot’s base in there. It stops the flow. You’ll soon get used to the timing.

Most homes in the old country where my family is from have one size for everyday use, and at least another bigger Moka for family occasions. 

Our Moka is a four-cup and it’s far out just right for Krista and me.

I prefer something medium for the Moka and I grind my own beans—but I’ll talk on grinders and the best coffee beans at a later time. The brewing method will still extract all the flavor, but that flavor will be better rounded, and not one-note bitter like you’ll get at the coffee houses here in Boston and elsewhere.

I say get a Moka pot if you want the best tasting and grooviest espresso around.

Nick Zelmenis

Guitarist, singer/songwriter, main character from
Remember Him Yesterday

Nick's Moka Espresso

Note: Moka pots are still available today though not as popular as other machines for making homemade espresso.

© copyright Kaye Manro 2016



Remember Him Yesterday is a story 
 featuring favorite characters Nick and Krista. 
They share a kind of love that is meant to be
and knows no bounds.


It is these characters that express Soul-Love at its best. The following is a short excerpt about how a younger Nick and Krista meet and discover they have a special connection as told through the eyes of heroine Krista McBaine.

The Village, early 1960's
from Krista

Sometimes I liked to go to the upper rooms on the top floor of the main building and just dance and be alone. But on that day, someone else was already there. An acoustic guitar accompanied a voice with a range hard to imagine coming from someone so young. I peeked in and saw Nick playing and singing all by himself. 

It didn’t take long to convince him to play for me while I danced. His acoustic strumming marked my pointe shoes and followed my every move across the floor of the makeshift dance studio. And when it was done neither of us could truly understand the depth of energy that had just passed between us.

So much more happened with us that summer but for now suffice it to say that Nick and I discovered our soul-love when I was fourteen and he barely fifteen…

 Remember Him Yesterday begins with a young dancer and musician sharing who they are and the love that will surely develop between them. As their story unfolds they will experience ups and downs and find that in the face of even the worse disaster true love can and does prevail.  

Kaye Manro

© copyright Kaye Manro 2016



Living with extreme heat and wishing for a break in this oppressive weather. Heat index reached 99 degrees yesterday. More of the same is on the way and it looks like for at least the next week. Isn't it supposed to be going into fall now? Tell the oppressive heat that. love to be outdoors, but it's just way to hot and not exactly safe. It's like being snow bound. Who would ever think that you could be heat bound?

Oh well, just venting. Got plenty to do indoors too. 

Have a good day no matter the weather! Stay cool, wear sunblock and take care of your pets.


Add on note: It is now around 2pm and the heat index is at 103 F. and rising. I'm going to watch a movie and stay cool. How about something set on an ice planet? 



Everyone who knows me knows I write imaginative alien characters. But really, writing SF and SF Romance is so much more than creating alien characters.

The world building of an alien culture/character is the most important thing you can do. You really have to do your studying for this. For me it takes a lot of research. 

It's still fiction, but if I can't lace my stories with plausible scientific theories it just won't work for me. Now that's not to say I drone on and on about quantum physics. No way, that would bore even me.  But alien cultures can be very complex and difficult to execute. I do have to know what I'm trying to relate to a reader. Yet I also give myself lots of flexibility while creating imaginative possible worlds and realities. 

Take that awesome theory of traveling faster than light speed--one of my favorites by the way.

Think about this— from my understanding, in Star Trek, the characters travel at warp speed. (Warp 1,2 3 4, etc.) Technically the speed of light is approximately 186,282 miles per second. According to Star Trek, calculating warp speed goes by the warp-cubed method. (X^3) X to the third power. So warp-1 would be speed of light. Warp-2 would be 8 times the speed of light and so on. 

Fast yes, but did they ever even leave the Milky Way Galaxy? Remember that ST Voyager got lost in the Delta quadrant— still in our own galaxy. According to the Trek idea, our own galaxy is teaming with intelligent life. Thousands upon thousands of planets with advanced cultures. Science fiction, yes. But based on theories and technology we are verging on now. Still that's a lot of fodder for a writer's imagination!

Okay- moving on to FTL hyperspace and event horizons. Though traveling at FTL (faster than light) varies, speeds could actually reach billions of miles per second. Now we can travel to distant-- Galaxies. Find more life—as much as we know now about quantum physics—there are thousands of galaxies with billions of stars, millions of planets and possible advanced life and cultures. Kind of boggles the mind doesn’t it? 

Take the ancient starship in Stargate Universe (SGU) It is traveling at FTL. Faster than light speed – like millions of times faster or else they couldn’t be jumping past all those galaxies.

So in reality, we mere earthlings will have to master and amass so much technology and knowledge before we can even explore our own galaxy, much less others. Well hey, that’s why I love Science Fiction. It lets me live outside the normal realm of present day knowledge and reality as we know it. And I can create imagined worlds, aliens and cultures that could possibly exist somewhere out there.

And those sexy encounters between alien characters from totally different evolutionary backgrounds? I love exploring how they would interact and relate to each other. 

So what is your take? Do you like to watch read or write SF/R? If so, what level of technology do you like to see? Do you like aliens that are very different from us?

Kaye Manro

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© copyright Kaye Manro 2016



Distant Vision 
{original premise}

Alex and Ramie

You hear her calling from across the distance between you. See a vision of her in total darkness and danger.

What would you do if you knew your true love mate was in impending danger? You would move so called heaven and hell to get to her, help her, save her. The problem is you live light years away from her and she doesn’t even know your world exists. 

What would you do then?

For Alex of the Light Power the distance between them isn‘t as far as it seems. His people have mastered advanced quantum FTL the power of faster-than-light speed energies. The difficulty is  in convincing the alliance to let him go, because on her world how to use the quantum hasn’t been discovered yet…

Planets of the Light Power Alliance

Now this is the real SFR I'm talking about!

Stay tuned for excerpts coming soon


© copyright Kaye Manro 2016



Found this vintage book in a bookstore the other day. It is such a classic SFR -- from the sixties. And since Anne McCaffrey shared my birthday of April 1st it is very serendipitous. This is also the book Bella gave Krista on her 18th birthday in Remember Him Yesterday. How cool that I actually found it.

Kaye Manro



Inside my books I sometimes like to write with aspects of time travel or alternate realities as part of the theme or background. Some scientific theories say that ‘time flows like liquid gravity’, and that all time is happening at the same time. Concepts to ponder. 

In the Knight Series, there is a tangible teleport device and a portal that takes characters into other timelines. Fiction for sure, but based on scientific theory.
More on this coming later. But for now I’d like to step inside my own time and see what I see there.  

Living Inside Time

This is often one of those mysteries that seem to get away from us. We’ve all heard that time flies, and turn around and it’s gone. So it is with me these days as I look back over the past year and then further back still. Things happened that I never thought would. And as I look at my life years past, I say, where did all the time go? And why did I let my life stay a certain way for so many years? The answers are not clearly defined or readily available to see. But I do know this, if I look deeper I look, it has to do with unconscious acceptance and even complacency on my part.

Yet to clarify, that does not include this past year, or most of it anyway. This has been a bang on bang up down up different kind of year, and one I never expected. But here it is. But that isn’t what I am speaking of now.

Right now, as I clean out old stuff from my environment, it is a time to take a look back over the years and understand who I am, why I did or didn’t do certain things. Why I am the way I am—a time for clearing out and looking inside. Although this past year has brought many changes inside me, and much to the surface, I know there is more to see and feel and do for me.  

And the fact still remains my personal space and environment hasn’t really changed much at all in several years. So it is surely time for revaluations and moving on in that area as well. So goes all the cleaning and clearing out of my personal tangle things, like closets, clothes, kept items and things just stuffed away because I didn’t know what to do with them at the time and don’t even remember why I kept them. 

So it goes with my life.

A letting go process for sure.

Kaye Manro

More on the Knight Series coming soon.

© copyright Kaye Manro 2016




"I was a dancer once. But I don't know what I am or who I am anymore. I don't even know what is happening to me or where l will end up from here."
Kim Wills says to Michael Pasquoee
in Barefoot Dancer, second book in the Soul-Love Series.

Spoiler Alert:

The interesting thing about this story-- Kim is a descendant of Nick and Krista. And she is certainly dealing with her own unique set of problems in Barefoot Dancer. When she first meets Michael Pasquoee in a far north quaint little fishing village where he lives, she doesn't know how to take him. But soon their attraction for each other wins out over even the worst of circumstances...

More on their unique SFR Soul-Love story sometime in the near future. 





July 22, 2016



Distant Vision ~ Alex of the Light Power

Distant Vision

Set up: Alex takes a high orbit around Ramie’s planet in his FTL spacecraft. He prepares a force field around him as he rides on the surface of a transport that is called lightning bolt to the planet below. Details in the opening clarify the SF features. And how Alex ends up in the predicament he does.  

Excerpt Chapter Two: Alex of the Light Power

Riding his Lightning Bolt headlong through a Dimensional Rift Alex surfed the stellar winds near the world which was below him and was his destination. He felt his body shifting and moaning under the pressure of a large whirlpool of debris floating above the planet. It hit him without warning.

Pulling in, he contorted and tightened his body against the edge of the Bolt, and turned toward the expanding energy. The Bolt which was designed to disintegrate upon landing, hit the planet’s atmosphere hard. Alex lost his footing and damn near caused the force field surrounding him to collapse. But he managed to regain his position and push the field back on full. His objective was straight ahead.

He hit the ground with a dizzying jolt as he tumbled across the dirt. Trying to break the impact, he threw himself into a large dirty green object that lay just ahead of him. His body slammed into it hard and everything went black.

When he woke his head pounded and every inch of his skin stung with unfamiliar pain. Thinking clearly eluded him. He peered around through blurred eyes. A faint flash of memory surfaced in which he beheld the greatest of Powers, but vanished as quickly as it had risen.

He felt small and insignificant in the midst of the gritty noise and strange surroundings. An acrid smoke-like substance hung in the air above his head causing his throat to burn, and tall structures jutted up from a dank nightmare glow.

A putrid smelling man with a whiskered face stood nearby slouching against a granular wall as he stared blankly into the hot murky night.

Sensing despair torturing the atmosphere Alex’s heart swelled into an odd sadness. He had no idea where he was and for that matter, who he was. He moved in an attempt to stand but his body rolled and fell backward onto the trash-strewn pavement. Confusion filling his brain.

The man turned slightly and seemed to notice him at last. Grunting, Alex pushed to sit up. His ragged voice came out in a low rumble, 
“Where am I?”

“Why? Don’t you know? You’re in hell, boy.” The man sneered as he turned and staggered away.

Finally managing to get to his feet, Alex followed the foul-smelling man. “What do you mean--is Hell the name of this place?”

The man threw his head back and laughed, but kept on walking. Alex caught up with him. With a sudden burst of strength, he trapped the man’s arm in a demanding grip. “I would know what place this is.”

The man tried to wrestle free but Alex held him firm. He faltered as he watched Alex through wild eyes. “Y-You’re in the dregs of the city of angels, boy. Los Angeles. Humph, angels all right.” 
Alex loosened his grasp. The man jerked and started running aimlessly, mumbling something about angels not giving a damn.

Alex exhaled a sigh and rubbed his aching head as he peered through the haze. In the distance, gigantic letters fraught with colored light shone bright. Squinting, he used an innate ability he didn’t know he had until now and read the word, “Hollywood.”

He wandered around the littered streets in a state of forgetfulness, as the muggy night turned to a hazy morning. Restless, with an unknown emptiness in his belly he sank down against a wall and ate of meager findings.

Then he saw a thing that caused an unnatural excitement to give rise within him. Protruding out from one of the trash bins in which he hunted for discarded foodstuffs sat a narrow board with wheels on either end. Cracked as it was down the middle and discarded as useless.

Alex picked it from the trash and with a calm focus he didn’t remember having, he fixed it. He wasn’t at all sure how he did it, but as he ran his hand down the fractured board, he felt it tighten and smooth beneath his touch. He tested it out. Placed it on the sidewalk and moved it forward and back with his foot. It felt sturdy under his weight. He easily mastered the skill of riding the thing and could move about the streets with more freedom.

Anguish grew strong inside him and with it came a distressing foreign kind of bitterness. He sensed and absorbed his surroundings, becoming part of the turmoil that existed here.

Yet something deeper told him this was not his home. Search as he may, the memory of his identity escaped him. “Not part of this place, I’m not part of this place,” he chanted repeatedly, more times than he could count.

Riding his newly found board swerving in and out between the others on the street, he heard tell of a location called “shelter” where one could find things like fresh food and sleeping quarters. He listened closely to the talk on the street, learning the vicinity of this shelter and went there. It truly contained fresh food and water and beds…


Soon Alex will meet Ramie. Even though he gets bits and pieces of his life before, it still takes a lot of story before he finally knows who he truly is. That's it for now.