“Neither of you have eaten or drunk anything for twenty-four hours?” Ryan asked, hauling equipment into the room: sloshing plastic buckets, packs of hypodermic needles, coils of tubing, straps.
Read MoreRiding AtlasShe walked away, smiling proudly. The next three blocks took her past the barber shop (closed for another few hours still), the druggist (who didn’t allow kids at the soda counter anymore, Daddy had said, so there was no reason to go inside) and the library (“Every book approved by the Loyalty Program!”) before she reached the wide stone steps leading up to the Police Station.
Read MoreThat Lucky Old Sun
Grandma Harken lived on the edge of town, in a house with its back to the desert.
Read MoreThe Tomato ThiefPoe died of rabies, didn’t he? Died raving, at any rate.
Read MoreNemesisOf course Mum and Dad have to live on opposite sides of the galaxy. Neither will relent, so I gotta spend halfa Xmas day with Mums, then get my atoms bust apart and sent across the Milky to have reconstituted Turkey with Pops in his sad little hab in the Io mining zone. Ugh.
Read MoreReconstitutedEach year, I watch you sleep.
Read MoreChristmas is ComingThere’s a new way to exit this world—by never really leaving. At least that’s the idea behind Shawna Herze and Edward Blanhurst’s innovative new type of gravestone.
Read MoreMemory TreeAm I on your good list? Mum and Dad reckon I’ve been good, and brave.
Read MoreA Letter to SantaTony had no idea how to explain it, so decided that he wouldn’t even try. Instead, he squeezed his palm around the filakto and loitered in the doorway to the bedroom as Cheryl changed the baby.
Read MoreThe Phylactery