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There were ten colored pencils for the off-season and twelve for the holidays. Dolores had worked...
The annual convention at Arctic Dark was not so different than any other trade show. There were...
Everything is temporary. Through the layers of silk organza, she could feel the warmth of his...
Among the many residents of the Green Gardens Living Center, there are twelve silver-haired...
Perhaps it would open to the clean-combed green of the Queen’s croquet ground, rife with jolly...
We were all good girls before we touched the moon rock. Until then, we were sewing patch...
The first week of July, I didn’t have $2.50. I remember approaching the Dumbarton toll plaza with...
Excerpts from the journals of Dr. Rita X. Mather Mariner Colony 003 Revolution 28 (687 Earth...
We had a lot in common, Lola and me. We joined the 10-in-1 the same year, when we were both still...
Once, she was compassionate, loving and kind. Once we found a speckled mouse in the bulk foods...
Bisbee’s bottom itched hot with carpet burns, and her shoulder was scratched pink, courtesy of...
I live economically. It’s why I often choose to holiday in Cortina d’Ampezzo. There, it’s enough...
It was February and the melt was months away. There was a certain quiet, a lonely beauty of which...
I know you better than the milkman does. Sure, he can tell by your bottle count whether you’ve...
I don't cotton much to superstition. The world is so complex as it is, so full of marvels, I can...
It was the ladder that did it. The day had been frustrating enough, now all she wanted was for...
There was nothing natural about it. The chrome and enamel and melamine were too bright for the...
Once upon a time, before you were born, in a kingdom too far to reach by foot or boat or pony,...
I could see them all from the other side of the bridge. Kids were racing paper milk cartons,...
Tucked between the vegan bakery and the outsider art gallery is a space as clean as vapor. The...