Sarah stepped over the low front hedge and scuttled her way across the lawn until her shadow fell forward across the white gravel lining the side of Melissa’s house. Further …
Little Goats
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A wave of pollution rolled into the Bureau of Indian Affairs. I held my breath, fighting the urge to cough against the caustic air. A bundled-up man pushed through the …
Digital Pyre
View PostSolitude, in Silent Sun
Chérie Duvalon was second-generation Terran, and proud of it. She sat on hard-packed sand and squinted against its white glare. The afternoon sun dried her stretch thermal sheath and crystallized …
Field Trip
View PostGhost Fishing
View PostEncroachment
The couch in the experimental botany lab is too short even for me. I sit up with a groan, the tinfoil emergency blanket crumpling in my lap, scattering the light …
