The soil smells sweet—rich and earthy with a faint whiff of sulfur from a geyser somewhere in the vicinity.
Tag: science fiction
The walls divide more than inside and out: they run a sharp line between needs and wants.
“Can you use me?” My hands keep shaking.
Saw Dr. Vaughn Romo yesterday. My second consult. We discussed the various options again. The consult was free this time, but not of arrogance . . .
I am reincarnated as the middle daughter of my youngest grandchild, Eliza.
“Good morning, love. I guess it’s morning, though it’s hard to tell. It’s just too dark all the time now . . .”
“Fifteen-love,” Georgia says then serves.
Amelia knew there was no running away when she boarded the glorified tuna can called the Canary . . .