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52 Project #29: The Last Boy
Roy is very excited, running, practically skipping, ahead on the trail. “Uncle Matt! This is great! I can see the woods up ahead already!”
Matt forces a smile, because he’s very much afraid of how this expedition might end, but he has to try. He has to have hope. “Sure is. Ready to go hunting?”
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52 Project #28: The Court of the Lion King
I returned to the apartment building where Daro and Anzali and I had lived before we went down to the sea. It had not changed in the way buildings change-- its paint was the same color, it seemed no more or less weatherbeaten than before. The railing on the 3rd floor balcony still sagged. But it had changed in the way homes change, because it ( Read more... ) -
52 Project #25: Where The Winds of Limbo Roar
When their guard patrol passed the building where the psychics sat or laid on their mats, deep in their meditations, Soffrees snorted. “Look at that,” he said, pointing a thumb behind him at the windows of the battery. “We go out on the front lines and risk our lives. They sit in an air-conditioned room, or they nap in it, and they get served their ( Read more... ) -
52 Project #24: The Princesses and the Peas
Surely you have heard a similar tale before, almost but not entirely like this one, of the queen who sought the perfect wife for her son, the crown prince.
The queen had ruled the land alone since the death of her husband. She was praised for her wisdom and her benevolence toward her people. But she was no longer young, and it was time to make ( Read more... ) -
52 Project #23: Firedance
With rings of light surrounding me, with rings of darkness covering me, I dance. Perfectly and long I dance the firedance. There is no fire in my veins, there are no flames around my body, but I see nothing. Hear nothing but the throbbing of the music, feel nothing but my body and the hard ground under my feet, I dance.
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52 Project #22: Lynx
Her name is… she’s sure she can remember it, if she tries hard enough. It was something that started with a sound she can’t make any more, which lets out all the vowels, and r, and m and n, and s, so… something else. Was it Lisa? Maybe it was Lisa. Or could it have been Laura? It’s so hard to hold her memories in her head.
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52 Project #21: A Visit To The Doctor
“Now. Why don’t you sit down and relax. You can have a drink if you want. Bottled water? Juice? Soda?”
The thin boy shook his head. “No,” he whispered.
“That’s fine. You can sit down wherever you like.” This was obviously not 100% accurate, as the therapist herself was sitting in one of the chairs, so Jason couldn’t have picked that seat if he’d ( Read more... ) -
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52 Project #20: The Lake
It's so fresh and clear, out here on the ice. I feel so free. There's no one around, for as far as I can see.
The cold is crisp, bracing, and the ice on the lake is unbelievably clear. Not the sort of transparent clarity that makes it untrustworthy - a thick, wavy, distorted sort of clarity that tells me the ice is strong. Under it the lake is ( Read more... ) -
52 Project #19: No Lullaby
"Good night, baby," the mother said to her child, stepping out of the room and turning off the light. "Sleep tight."
Bobbi Ann hugged Leelee Lamb tighter. Leelee Lamb wasn't scared. Leelee was big and soft and ready to fight. In the darkness, Bobbi Ann reached for all of them. There was Burgundy, a bear almost as big as Bobbi herself, but not ( Read more... )