Now that it’s over, Jaelyn Pierce doesn’t remember what it was for. Word came yesterday. After twenty years of global war, accord. The word sounds like the punchline of a bad joke. Jaelyn has spent her best years aiming down the scope of an assault rifle, seeing red. For what?Continue Reading

(This story was first published by Theme of Absence, and is here reprinted in full. None of the text may be copied or reproduced without written permission by the author.) There is a chair and it is mine. I fill it while monitoring the sensors and scanners on this spinningContinue Reading

(This flash-length piece first appeared in freeze frame fiction, and is here reprinted in full. None of the text may be copied or reproduced without the written permission of author.) After it happened, we boarded the late train to Paris. Cities flashed past the window, Munich, Augsburg, Stuttgart, smears ofContinue Reading