Gentle rain fell the day I visited the ocean for the first time. The wind turbines in the distance were barely visible through the thin, silver sheets that fell from the sky. They stood like sentinels, clad in gleaming white armor against the looming horizon, arms outstretched as if to hold off a coming storm….
Yael is out to the coffee shop to pick up fixings for brunch, and Alma is puttering around the house, cleaning up last night’s dishes and listening to a podcast about a royal scandal from five hundred years ago. She normally doesn’t notice the ease inherent in this little Cape Cod, but this morning there…
Carenza’s mind is a looking glass. When Orla peers into it, she sees herself. She sees her years of neurological study and cognitive research and days and nights of sleepless toil. She sees her hopes and dreams for a better society, polished and perfected, dancing across the cranial folds in sparkling electrical charges. Orla has…
Not again. On the day of the ceremony. Talk about bad timing. I stare at the barrier floating in front of me, willing it to go away. It stubbornly remains. It materialized when I got tangled trying to put on my formal armor. It always happens when I get angry or nervous, losing control in…
