Man of Iron, Man of Wood
It is difficult to give a preview of a short story without giving away more than the reader might wish. For this reason we only include the first few lines…


Now and then things changed.
       He was made of wood, back then. Already he had ceased to be a man, if a man was something he had ever been. He was floating in the ocean – but he wouldn’t be for long.
       Slowly, he was sinking.
Things are different now.
Now he’s made of stone.
Now his weight is irresistible.
He presses down into her thighs. His mind is laminated: oiled slate.
Not driven by self-pity any more.
Not water-sodden ply.
Now death drives him…