100 words. Originally published in The Drabbler. “Our love is nothing but a mental exercise,” he said from behind his faceplate. “Your air is poisonous to me,” she replied. “We needn’t breathe together,” he said. “We only need to touch. I want to feel your skin, to form a real memory.” The other relented, loosened …
Originally published in Lost in the Dark. The girl had her eyes set high. The last apple was gripping stubbornly to the cloudmost branch of her Father’s scraggly tree. He had planted it the year she was born. It had grown to twice her height. The apple hung out of her tallest reach. She blew …
Originally published in Full-Unit Hookup. Click. Ambient hiss. World Science Journal: There. That’s better. So, the question on the table— Gregori Egorov: No, I’m not worried— WSJ: Hang on a sec, Mister Egorov. I’ll repeat the question for the recording. With all the litigation being brought against proponents of free information, are you concerned about …