Venus Stories

“What can I do for you?” “Well, Professor Palmer, I’ve been browsing the Internet and came across your work on false memories and external indicators differentiating false and true memories,” Axel answered the man sitting behind the oversized mahogany desk. “That was based on research and clinical experience with childhood traumas such as those of rape or incest victims,” the professor explained. Axel laughed, “That’s not...

Prologue: 5:30 this morning as I stood in the dark, I could see Venus, as she was following the last quarter of the moon across a crystal sky. The darkness of night being quickly consumed by a new rising sun, bringing promise of a clear sunny day. An old Beatles song began playing in my mind. "Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and I say it's all right." I couldn't help daydreaming about Spring and wrote down what I w...