The following is a short story submitted by Bob Metivier.
It was a mild autumn evening in the Windy City. Wednesday Night in late October, our weekly Yoga class had just finished another session. The Beautiful People chatted serenely and gathered to be a little nearer the “Guru of State Street”. Charley Wells, great-grandson of H.G. himself, and I, preferred to depart rapidly. We were the first one’s down the elevator which brought Seekers to and from the Continue reading
