The Opposite Direction
“We don’t do this enough,” Gary said, phlegm bubbling faintly...
Seven and a Half Million Breaths
The bees, Alec thought. Where are they? He’d discovered them...
“We don’t do this enough,” Gary said, phlegm bubbling faintly...
The bees, Alec thought. Where are they? He’d discovered them...
I hadn’t noticed your sunspots. Sprinkled over hands the way...
I don’t remember hearing the thunder. I felt it, swelling...
The bus rumbles under him like an irregular heartbeat. He...