Welcome to the
Zodiac Bistro

Once upon the Internet, there was a magical place called Prodigy.  It is said that the Zodiac Bistro was born there.  The Bistro became famous around the many universes within Prodig, and people visited, bringing their stories to entertain the other patrons.

 Prodigy no longer exists.   And the stories told back then by the patrons were scattered to the many dimensions of the Internet, leaving no trace.

But the Zodiac Bistro still exists.  It lives in a place that has magical doorways that appear and disappear as needed.  One door closed.  Many other doors still remain open.  You have found one such door here.

I am your current hostess, Boudica.  Here I present my short stories, continuing episodes and such fiction as I dream up in my warped brain.  Some will be complete, some will be works in progress, and others may make no sense at all.  Those will probably be labeled No Context for You.  But the intended parties will know, and laugh.

Come join me as we celebrate fiction, the short story, and humor that can be light as a feather or darker than the recessed niches in my brain.