Joe was a kind man, sweetly protective.“Don’t step in the middle,” he said pointing to the bright spot on the parquet floor.“Where the light is shining?”“It is not safe. You’ll slip through the weave and into another dimension.”“Joe, it’s not fabric. It’s wood.”He waved his finger in my face. “No, no, no my dear, don’t … Continue reading In the Mind of Joe – 100 word tale →