I only drink one beer with dinner while encouraging her to have a second. I’m ready to make the sudden U-Turn onto McKalester towards St. Catherine’s hospital before Grace’s phone even rings. When Grace becomes lost in the maze of sanitized hallways, I play along even though I could navigate…

The grass here is greener than you’d think, despite crunching underfoot, despite being dry as bleached bones. But I don’t mind. This place, this terminus between void and light, is double-sided, constantly shifting between lies that might be fulfilled and truths never realized. I feel right at home.  I hear…

For six hundred and eighteen hours, Nora has lived in the space between moments. It wasn’t always this way; she once lived a normal, if somewhat mundane life. A timid woman, she dallied over decisions and erred always in the safety of the known.  She wore sensible shoes and thick…

We’ve traveled far, my crew and me, their captain. We’ve journeyed past thousands of stars and worlds. Our small ship has sailed through space. None of our kind has ever been this far away from home. Our voyage has taken decades. We’ve slept much of the time. Our automatic system…

They say that when the dead leave us, they aren’t really gone, they just go on to the next place. They say that time is like a river, a loop, and when you leave it at one point, you can jump back in again at another place. They say that…

Seconds ticked by on the clock. One, two, three… After sixty, it started over. In less than sixty seconds I saw her look up from the book she was reading. Her eyes met mine and changed me forever. She cracked a smile and looked back at the words on the page. Minutes went slower. It took minutes to gather…

I was first conceived as a tribute to status; fabric beyond fabric, with sleeves that defied gravity. A spine of tiny covered buttons ran the length of my bodice from neck to hips. My overlay, a confection of fine embroidery and beading, was testament to the skill of my creator.…

London, 1898. ‘Flower for your sweetheart?’ Della heard the voice of a young man, hoarse from a morning of work, call out to the couples who carried themselves like they were on a stroll in a garden and not a bustling, smoggy street. The men nearly always bought one, laughing…