Fluke

On the endless grey plain, that same bleak expanse that had ushered him into countless new lives, he felt an unusual shift in the stillness. The Presence, vague and ever-changing at the edge of perception, drifted nearer with a gravity…

People like to guess where Adam was from.They would squint at him the way people do when a word is at the tip of their tongue.“Turkish?”He smiled. “No.”“Greek?”“Not quite.”“No, wait. North African?”He shrugged. “Close enough.”Then came the inevitable: “No, but…