Samson shivered in the early morning chill, jingling the chain joining his collar and leash. The sun was a big orange food bowl hanging low on the horizon, bathing the neighborhood in its warm glow. Most of the residents were still in bed at this hour, but a few dotted the sidewalks with their best friends in tow. Samson led his best friend a few blocks to the park. It was the first Sunday of the month, which meant Pug Day. Many breeds of dogs came to the park, but the overwhelming majority today would be Pugs, the flat, wrinkled-face…
in which, with respect to our name, we are as confused as you are
By murraybrozinsky
Murray works to bring technology to reality and writes to bring science to fiction. His writing has appeared in numerous journals, including: 3711 Atlantic, Ascent Aspirations, Brink, Business 2.0, Danse Macabre, decomP, Defenestration, Duck & Herring Pocket Field Guides, Laughter Loaf, Opium Magazine, Peeks & Valleys, Prose Toad, Rumble, Science Creative Quarterly, Shine Journal, The Big Jewel, Wired Magazine, Word Riot,Yankee Pot Roast, and other wonderfully recondite literary magazines. Murray has undergraduate and graduate degrees in philosophy, economics, and engineering from the University of Pennsylvania and Northwestern University.