My short story "It's Not What You Think It Is (A Meditation On Time)" was recently published in Cafe Irreal:

"It's not what you think it is," Chancy said as he tossed a red india-rubber ball into the air. I admired the gentle arc the ball made as it slowly rose and then fell back into his hirsute hand. He repeated the maneuver.

Before I could tell him what I thought it might be, he continued, "It's not a rubber ball, you know, it's a spaceship and it's on it's way to Neptune." And with a wail like a banshee (a cry such as I'd never heard and hope never to hear again) he hurled the ball into a cloudless sky.