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I never wanted to become an astronaut. When I put my gloved hand on his and he pulled away, I...
Excerpts from the journals of Dr. Rita X. Mather Mariner Colony 003 Revolution 28 (687 Earth...
The man with the remarkable mustache had been waiting in the dark for a long time. But not as...
We were all good girls before we touched the moon rock. Until then, we were sewing patch...
Once there was a maiden, as resolute as she was lovely, who lived in a snow-bound village near...
Once there was an oyster as dark and heavy as a coffin. Seven fishermen hauled it up in the...
I could see them all from the other side of the bridge. Kids were racing paper milk cartons,...
Once, she was compassionate, loving and kind. Once we found a speckled mouse in the bulk foods...
Fidelia, he thought as he paid his dime. Fidelia, he thought for seven miles as the Southern...
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...
The first week of July, I didn’t have $2.50. I remember approaching the Dumbarton toll plaza with...
We had a lot in common, Lola and me. We joined the 10-in-1 the same year, when we were both still...
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...