Elpis
A thousand years. Still going.
Scifi
The Canvas
The rock cut through her gloves at the third handhold.
Free-Fall Forward
She whispered it aloud. Her voice. Lower, gruffer.
The Acknowledgement
Between panes of glass, choice slips away.
The Gators of Mars
So, who the fiddler’s flying fig decided Mars needed alligators?
Six Minutes
That’s how long it takes us to realize the Sun has gone dark.
First Fledging
I’ll never forget the first time I sat behind the yoke of dad’s old hovercar by myself, newly minted holo-license carefully filed in my e-wallet.
Spider Man
“Oh, thank you, Spiderman!
Respawn
Respawn.
What Am I?
We’re twins, you and I.
The Bonded
Not every Fayre could be trusted.
Alien Haiku
Driving late at night