Honey, this story’s been passed down from mother to daughter for six generations, and it’s done right by me more than once. Now that you’re getting married, maybe it’ll do right by you, too. So put your Billy Boy out… Continue Reading
Milar hated going to the museum, as most ten year olds would, and considered it as stuffy and snotty as his parents, Esmerelda and Peko. Even he had figured out that they had changed their birth names, and that they… Continue Reading
Leagues beyond the rational edge of Earth, a brass-plated aethership coasted through a landscape of billowing clouds. Wind whipped the pale blue balloons from which it was suspended and managed to drown out the whirring of the engines that propelled… Continue Reading
I was at the Pic-n-Take Grocery when I first saw the shiny black vintage alligator handbag — a real lady’s purse, my mother would have said. I could tell it was expensive, maybe French. No one knows fashion like the… Continue Reading
Far beyond where the tumbleweeds forgot how to dance in the wind, where the stagecoach never stopped, miles from the closest post road, the town of Deadbone thrust itself out of the parched soil. It was a tidy town. The… Continue Reading
It was the first time I’d made her dinner. I thought I’d wow her with Crab Lemon Pasta or, to make it seem even more elegant, Crab Piccata on Pasta. Since I don’t cook much, I figured that would impress… Continue Reading
Play this podcast now: Podcast EDF136 — “Over-Exposed” by Patrick Mahon, read by Folly Blaine “Over-Exposed” was originally published by EDF on June 27, 2013. Patrick Mahon writes reviews for the SFCrowsnest website and for the British Science Fiction Association’s… Continue Reading
Balan’s mind drifts as the chant lulls him into sleep on this, the final night. His eyelids flicker, seeing the willowy shape of his heart’s ease imprinted through the dark in glowing colours. Melindra, my lovely girl. He sighs and… Continue Reading
After you told me about your friend that killed himself in the car while you sat next to him — I became obsessed with saving you. “How’s work?” I asked on the phone. I could hear loud noises and I… Continue Reading
Craig’s is an endearing puppyish look with that floppy hair and those smiling eyes. In his picture he’s proffering a perfectly chilled glass of white wine. What’s not to like? His listed profession is Biology teacher. Now admittedly, it’s been… Continue Reading