I was standing in my kitchen, straining to watch my neighbors arguing through their living room window. It occurred to me how cool it would be if my AR headset could zoom in and analyze their lips, giving me some… Continue Reading
Could I stay ahead of the three giant green spiders chasing me? As I glanced over my shoulder, the grassy landscape disappeared, leaving me in the nondescript administrative area of the cloud. The feed from one of the complex’s cams… Continue Reading
We are sitting on two iron chairs you pulled from the rubble, watching the dying, honey-coloured flames caress the remains of the smouldering café, the metal at our backs still warm. Dark smoke, filled with the sharp scent of burnt… Continue Reading
We were in a real bind. Grandma was having one of them spells, and there was no way we could get her to the hospital in the city. The hurricane had knocked out the electricity and the phone line. We… Continue Reading
The number flashed on my watch: seventeen-million, four-hundred forty-two thousand, six-hundred and eighty-three. Everything looked strange in the small restaurant. A translucent haze of shimmering multicolored light radiated from the tables, chairs, floor, people. My waitress, Colette, stood beside me,… Continue Reading
“Now or never, Cal,” Howser says, hand on hips. The boy’s only got six months on Cal, but has grown lanky like a sapling and those extra few inches give him authority. Cal stops chewing his lip. It’s important to… Continue Reading
It was a Bush that my grandfather received as a present back in 1958. It was housed in an expensive wooden cabinet with dials for volume, treble and bass, piano keys to switch between the bands, and a needle moving… Continue Reading
I awaken on a park bench slouched over like a hunchback. Starlings announce daybreak. Their sharp chatter punctures my eardrum. I’m even more distressed by the flavor of stale beer on my sandpaper tongue. Grogginess fades away with a whiff… Continue Reading
“Mr. Stanley, our scriptwriter has come down with writer’s block.” George Stanley scratched at the wry white and silver hairs that stuck out on the back of his head. “But it’s a computer. Shouldn’t you get a programmer?” Across from… Continue Reading
“It’s a good to see you, Finn.” Father Michael’s smile was as welcoming as ever. Finn reflected that although the policemen always seemed to be getting younger, surely the priests did not. He had known Father Michael all his life… Continue Reading