We passed the last dandelion by late morning, and by noon, the grass had faded. Nothing grew in the gray, aether-swept deadlands beyond the city’s eastern wall. “I should bring Martha,” said Ma, her voice cracked with age. “She’d love it.” My younger sister patted Ma’s shoulder. “I’m here, Ma.” “Oh, not you, dear. I…
In this universe, time runs in reverse. Though, I suppose that’s all relative. From my point of view, time is moving backwards, at least for the moment. And not a moment too soon. The spots fade from my vision, but my EMU’s oxygen depletion alarm is still going off. We’re not quite there yet. I’m…
In the tangle of streets affectionately referred to as the Haystack, set away from the worst of Puxhill’s downtown chaos, there’s a place where shops come and go at their own whim, usually with no one the wiser, as if they’ve all agreed to swap cities now and again as necessary. One such place is…
By the time dusk drapes over the banyan boughs, she can see her own heart. It peers from between the fabric of her chest that has unraveled over the day, a scarlet blossom caught behind criss-crossed threads, and flutters against the thrice re-embroidered fingers she presses against it. Though she has lost the flesh and…
