The invitation had been sitting on their kitchen counter for three months.Laminated cardstock, elegant script, a discreet symbol in the corner that meant nothing to anyone who didn't know. They'd looked at it every day, during breakfast, during dinner, during the quiet moments when they w...
Read MoreThe package arrived on a Tuesday.She signed for it at the door, heart pounding like a teenager, and carried it inside like contraband. Which it was, sort of. Eighteen years of marriage, and she'd never bought anything like this. Never even considered it.But lately she'd been thinking. Abo...
Read MoreThe last time she'd seen her, they'd been in a lawyer's office, signing papers that ended fifteen years.Now she was across a crowded reception hall, holding a champagne flute she didn't want, watching their daughter dance with her new boyfriend. College graduation. Twenty-two year...
Read MoreShe'd never thought about it.That was the thing, really. It wasn't that she'd been against it, she'd just never considered it. Never imagined. Never let her mind wander down that particular path.The idea always seemed uncomfortable. Even frightening. The kind of thing people did i...
Read MoreIt happened on a Tuesday.She was walking home, the way she always did, through the alley she always took because it was faster. She'd done it a hundred times. A thousand. Nothing ever happened.Then something did.They came out of nowhere, three of them, or maybe four, she couldn't remember...
Read MoreThe idea came to her three months before their anniversary.Not suddenly, more like a slow recognition, a truth she'd been circling for years without quite seeing. She loved him. That was easy. That was air. But there was something else, something deeper, something she'd never given anyone...
Read MoreThe ship had been her whole world for twenty-three years.Not that she remembered anything else. None of them did. The Odyssey had left Earth eleven generations ago, carrying the last remnants of humanity toward a distant star they'd never see. On board, a civilisation had evolved—rigid,...
Read MoreThe facility had been abandoned for years.That's what the records said, anyway. What the records didn't say was that "abandoned" meant "left to rot" and "years" meant "long enough for everything to stop working except the things that shouldn't still ...
Read MoreThe station had been her body for three centuries.Every corridor, every chamber, every flickering light and humming engine, all of it was her. She felt the footsteps of the crew like a heartbeat. She heard their conversations like whispers in her own mind. She knew them, every one of them, better...
Read MoreWe do not fitthe way bodies are supposed to fit.We are not neat.Not tidy.Not the kind of lovethat fits in greeting cards.We are messy.We are hungry.We are the kind of wantthat leaves marks.I have bitten youand been sorryand done it againbecause the sound you madewas worth the guilt.I have held yo...
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