Miranda wandered through the crowds along the Thames, trying to remember what happiness felt like. She was sure she’d experienced it before — brief moments, or perhaps something more — but now it was just a word, with no memories… Continue Reading
The vitrifiers position me on the table, the striated steel cold against my skin. An acrid scent lingers in the tiled room, a vestige of a thousand other treatments. “You have had surgery.” Minister Krasell casts his eyes over my… Continue Reading
I sat on the foreshore of the Thames with Fluvi and Cemetery Joy. Together we watched the man struggling. My toes dug deep into the sediment and stones, the accumulated detritus of the filthy city. The tide crept closer in… Continue Reading