The soul spins in the chest like clay on a potter’s wheel. The warped sounds of its turning emerge as words and breath and spiral up into crooked thought. Time…
“We can’t keep doing this,” it sighed, or the wind only fluttered through its robe. “Why not?” they asked. If the wind touched them at all, it was too faint…
Children still played in the street. That seemed to be the only thing that hadn’t changed. The entire face of the neighbourhood had been torn away and rebuilt, maybe more…
It was the worst place her car could have stopped. Sputtering one last rum-bitter gasp of spent fuel, a shuddering fume-cough, then rolling to a silent, inertial halt on the…
I love you. He leaned over my bed and whispered it, while I pretended to sleep. Again and again, so close that his breath quivered my eyelashes, the hazy, half-shut…
Rain ran down through the channels in the bell, ringing it as the wind never would. Its maze-like latticed frame was made for water, not air, its clapper a sloshing…
It was the inevitable conclusion that no one wanted to acknowledge. Copy an object into a matter replicator, and it could be tweaked and reproduced and perfected forever. Nothing produced…
They had lost half their platoon the first night in that damned city. And Jameson had no idea how to explain that to his superiors barking on the radio, since…