Founder’s Day approached, and seven year old Billy Brewster trembled with excitement. He shivered with the cold, too, but that was not unusual. The planet New Antarctica — or that frozen hell as it’s called — celebrates Founders Day to… Continue Reading
She came crashing through the bushes that lined the little clearing and plopped on the grass. She looked at the leaves on her plaid skirt, made a futile effort to brush them off, then shrugged. “I thought Billy liked me.… Continue Reading
Nick finished the magic chant for a new body and face. He liked the body and face: a sharper chin, darker eyes. But the hair was too long. Another chant and it shortened, just the right length to look wild… Continue Reading
They met in a bar, two mid fifty-somethings finding each other in a sea of youthful faces. He bought her a drink. They chatted. Conversation came easily. Warmth. Then laughs. “Can I see you again?” She answered, “yes,” but said… Continue Reading