Tag Archives: dining room

Love Potion No. 999

- July 30, 2015

In this economy you’ve got to take the jobs you can get. When I found out a couple of months ago that my new next-door neighbors weren’t just a bunch of loud, inconsiderate dirtbags, they were loud, inconsiderate dirtbags running an interdimensional speakeasy, I offered to tend bar. Drunks are drunks, right? It can’t be […]

The 17-Year Harvest

- July 27, 2015

The old farmhouse survived the first alien harvest. The world watched while the ships settled into orbit 17 years ago. There was no communication, never any communication. And the world waited to see whether they came in peace. The house in Kansas wasn’t home to any great scientist or military general. Just a farmer who’d […]

In Possession of a Mother’s Intuition

- July 24, 2015

“I just don’t understand why you throw away all the scraps. You could make a stock, you know.” Alethea grimaced as she tipped the last of the vegetable odds and ends from the cutting board into the trash, her back to the dining room. She closed her eyes. Maybe the woman would go away if […]

Super Support Group

- July 21, 2015

The blood forms a red bead on my middle finger as the orderly withdraws the needle and squeezes. He dips a white strip into the drop and pops it into the reader with a click. The reader’s familiar whirr ends in a single beep and a friendly green light as I’d expected. Acceptable levels. But […]

Falling Feet First

- July 18, 2015

Delicate silver wires formed leaves that wound into a basket. Plump berries oozed crimson juices that stained the wires and puddled on the stone table beneath it. The scent of ripe fruit permeated the air, begging for a passerby to pluck one from the bowl and pop it between lips. The wall shimmered and a […]