The Lees of Time

Time can encapsulate a myriad of possibilities, from a Genie that will upshot the wishes of your desires, with wondrous magical capabilities of electronics, to what the Universe will unravel, to be cork by the Alchemists.

Time holds a mix bag of memories, some to reminisces and others to dispose, onto the historical heap of time. From a split-second, to a year's end, or in the lees of time; the moments within the hours hold the gist's of the stories to be told.

The story that I'm about to reveal, is from a random location on our orb of influences. The reality that, no matter what we might envisaged, has happened somewhere in our world or the Universe, is undoubtedly a fact, because of Probability.

Enjoy,

J. L. Roy

I reside in British Columbia, Canada. I've lived in four Canadian Provinces and I am well traveled. I spent five years in the R.C.A.F. and worked for Pan American Airways for three years in their aerospace division. My posting included France, Germany, and temporary duty in Belgium, amongst other employment. Besides writing, I enjoys doing wood carvings. I am the author of: The Newsboy, Totem, Thunderghost, I Cried a Tear, The Four Little Witches, The Last Diner in the Galaxy, The Spanish Angels, The 11 Hour Confessions, The Cull, sub-titled 2020 A New Vision, The Quantum Facsimile, A bewitch Christmas, Mindalogue a play, Cyborg #123666, and a few more gathering dust on my shelf.
Enjoy,
J. L. Roy