I am reincarnated as the middle daughter of my youngest grandchild, Eliza.
Tag: flash fiction
I waved my hand across a bank of monitors that precisely registered my status and identity.
Skimming the instructions again, I was really just playing for time…
The president’s national security advisor delivered the words she had dreaded hearing: “Madam President, I’m afraid you can no longer safely appear in public.”
I am the enemy of those of blood and breath.
Just a few months ago you were a pink-faced, crying infant.
The year is 2078. Rampant consumption has succeeded in burning a hole through the ozone layer.
The bell above the door jingled. Clark Tennyson looked up and smiled. “Hello Mrs. Hanniford, good to see you again. What’ll it be today?” he asked.