“Mayday. Mayday. This is Big Red. Cloaking device has malfunctioned.”
24 DECEMBER 2087 by Steven Wittenberg Gordon, MD
DEAD ROCKER by Maureen Bowden
It was raining on the day of my brother’s funeral, but thousands, mostly women, lined the streets as we rode past. I spotted a banner that read “We love you, Nick.” It was probably a leftover from Glastonbury ’92.
LEAVING LAGRANGE by Wayne Scheer
There wasn’t anything to LaGrange, just houses and trailers and ratty old stores and ratty old people. There were folks like me and Momma and folks who avoided people like me and Momma.
DELILAH by Shannon Ratliff
Once, I lost everything. That may have been my only reason; that would have been enough.
ONLY THE DEAD KNOW by S. R. Mastrantone
Jean climbs the crane’s ladder. Gusts from the west try to bully him, but he ignores them. He can move faster than his panic, and his fear, and his thoughts. That is the trick. That is Parkour.
ANNIHILATION BY INSECT WINGS by Linda McHenry
Still wearing jail slippers and the clothes she’d slept in, Nancy Jackson took a seat in front of a huge mahogany desk.
SUPERHUMAN by Svetlana Kortchik
She was superhuman. Her moves defied commonly accepted laws of physics, and everything she did, from a tiny flicker of her fingers to elaborate, daring tumbling passes, was masterfully executed.