Too Far from Home
Melanie closed one eye and focused on the board.
Melanie closed one eye and focused on the board.
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.
Amy hung sloppily off the arm of Scott.
Janine’s leg bounced and jittered as if it had a mind of its own.
The rattle and rumble of the train on its tracks persisted in their pursuit of my sleep.
“Eyes up, soldier,” she said and I did.
Lamia wrapped the mottled scarf around her light frame, enjoying the silky sensation as the soft cool hide hugged her contours.
Respawn.
Racing down the mountain side
I sat on the steel cot and stared at the three other people in with me: the chick and two dudes.
We had to pull over on the side of the road when the jeep started to overheat.
I grabbed the first aid kit off the cabin wall and a jug of water.