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I found a rock that was good to hold. A trip to Beachy Head, one of my days with Charlie. He liked the rock too, kept bringing it back, preferring it to his tennis ball, picking it out of the other uncountable, small, smooth stones. He kept it in his mouth after I told him […]

The lake had always been there—as was the nature of lakes—but that spring, it began to move. It crept forward at night, stretching dark tentacles toward the village. People whispered that it had changed color, more green now than blue, more black even than green. “Snowy winter,” the blacksmith explained. “Melted too fast,” agreed widow […]

Your hands shake as you take two steps forward. Your feet are soundless on the concrete floor, and your long jalabiya makes soft swooshing sounds. But how can this be? You think as you look at the body lying peacefully on the bed. You know the woman. Early sunlight plays on her black braids, making […]

Good morning, Professor! I’m Death, and I would like to speak to you about, well, me. Oh dear. I see now that my sudden appearance must be a bit of a shock to a frail human psyche. Go on, take a moment to collect yourself. I’ll wait. Right, let’s begin again. I’m Death. And I […]

CLASSIFIED AND CONFIDENTIALMindMap® Whole Brain Emulation (WBE) Therapy Subject: Cassie Syland, 27-year-old female, Caste-Alpha Investigative Cohort: Malcolm Syland, 30-year-old male, Caste-Alpha MindMap Anomaly #1 of 3 Her Moment of Catatonic Entrapment23 September 2189 My consciousness embeds within Cassie’s lucid mindscape, and her inner world blossoms around me like a plume of eternal spring. The breeze […]

There once was a man with a hand of gold. He was the pride of his town. When he walked down the street, all the people would stop and stare. There goes the man with the hand of gold, they’d say. And the man with the hand of gold would always see them seeing him, […]

Was a fine night. Sitting out on the porch. Moon was up full. Could smell the night lilies. Moon was coming over the trees down at the bottom of the paddock. It was like the branches were fingers or hands trying to drag the moon down. But them hands weren’t strong enough, not to catch […]