Meagan always painted her the same way: nude and spread-eagled on a bed of buttery pink flowers, red feathers sprouting from bare shoulders, cheeks flushed by pollen. The spectre of a sneeze dances in the endless, liminal space between the bridge of her nose and the oval of her lips. She is stunning in her…
Marty is maybe twenty people from the teal void that fills the humming doorframe when he waves to the woman with the clipboard. She is wearing a grey suit and her hair is cut short. She smiles as she comes over.“I don’t think I can do this,” he says. He keeps his voice low, but…
There is someone in our house.It’s just after 2 am—I’m lying awake in bed.Loud noises from downstairs. Three people, maybe four.They’re looking for something. I get out of bed.Jon doesn’t wake. Mia nestles into the warmth I leave behind.I hear a voice coming from the kitchen, pubescent, male.“Hurry and find it, we’re gonna be late…
I feel the city. My tarsus heavy, my chitin soft. I am too old for the mission they believe that I am on. For the destruction they believe me capable of. Sensing the helicopters in the distance, feeling the steady vibrations of their blades through the air, my lateral eyes catch movement on either side….
