The bells in the city clock tower rang twice as I jogged along Calle Tablado to Palacio. Lola’s shift had just ended, and though my breath rose as steam in the clear night, the cold hadn’t touched me yet. I contemplated passages from The Handmaid’s Tale, which I’d been reading on my tablet that evening. I wanted to ask Lola what she thought of the character Nick, if she believed he was trying to help the narrator or expose her. My boss, Robbie, had begun proposing to sell Lola to one of her distance clients. I knew every time I saw her could be the last.
–“Blood Sausage,” in Broad Knowledge: 35 Women Up to No Good
The summer after I turned twelve, my brothers and I were coinslot rats at the boardwalk arcade.
–read “Fun City,” winner of Flyway Journal’s Sweet Corn Fiction Contest, Summer 2018
My boyfriend and my boyfriend’s clone are fucking slowly on the couch in our apartment. I’ve been coding at my desk in the living room all morning, but when my boyfriend came home an hour ago with the clone I said I didn’t mind, if I could watch. Every so often they move together, and my boyfriend’s clone says in my boyfriend’s voice, “Oh, Miguel.” I’m not sure what my boyfriend calls his clone.
If we do the magic wrong, Lucy, we won’t know until our bodies fail and there’s nothing we can do to go back. … We lie down together in the grass, the damp blades tickling our legs below the hems of our pleated skirts, our hands clasped, and close our eyes, and let our hearts slow until they beat no more…
–read “Territory” in PodCastle, February 2016
You’ve heard going chimera is addictive. You’ve never done any hard drugs, so you’re not afraid of what this means. The “Free Consultations” sign on the clinic has drawn you in, not for the first time. You have the money for the first operation–savings you were going to put toward an apartment just for you and him–and the time: your whole life. You push open the door.
–read “Chimeras” in Escape Pod, February 2015
- “Chimeras” is recognized as a Notable Story in The Best American Science Fiction and Fantasy 2016
Sia breaks the teens from her strain into the sterile examination room with the code she took off the doctor’s exo. She has to swipe her suitsleeve over the receiver several times; the gummy material sticks and interferes with the read. If the code has changed, it’ll be months before they can organize another party. They’ve all just had their immuno-boosters and tests. If someone catches them, they might not ever get the chance again.
–read “Inter-Exo” in Terraform, February 2015