Welcome Back!

It's been almost three years since I last posted here. I think it's time I resumed my attempts at blogging fantasy/sci-fi/miscellaneous and weird fiction. So I'll begin with an attempt at some very short fiction.

The Incunabulum

Herbert Moray, a prospector, discovered the Incunabulum underneath a pile of crumbled bricks in the bottom of a Church basement he'd bought in Socorro, New Mexico. He did not know it to be an Incunabulum and opened it to a randomly selected page somewhere near the middle of the book. Herbert Moray thereupon entered the basement to discover Herbert Moray reading the Incunabulum. He shouted out, in alarm, but in between the words, "No!" and "Don't!" Herbert Moray opened the door to the basement and noticed himself preparing to shout, at which point Herbert Moray entered the old library with the door to the basement and lifted his finger in astonishment. From there the succession of Morays proceeded back through time to the moment of Herbert's conception, when his parents lay together in a motel forty-three years prior. Not capable of awareness or thought, his zygote was powerless to intercede in the unfolding events of consciousness, and the backwards sequence continued, leaping to his father and mother, who each in turn regressed through each moment of their lives until they beheld their own conceptions. So continued the reversal of all human history, until the species had witnessed the very origins of thought and speciation, and back still to the inchoate cyanobacteria of the proterozoic age and even farther beyond to the prokaryotes peppering the rocky wastelands of the Archean age. And there, in the spot where the very first single-celled organism took form, rested the very Incunabulum that Herbert Moray was, at that very moment several billions years in the future, opening to roughly the middle of the book.