The woman petted the newly adopted cat as her husband drove. “To lose both owners…” Powder had been distraught over losing Mira. It understood its ailing owner had to do with the dust the husband sprinkled in her food. “I dunno, Dora. They say the cat killed him.” Sure, Powder intended the man to trip …
Eileen stared at sleeping Trent as the sun rose. This face once made her shudder. And now? The sun’s tangerine rays spread over his large ear, slid down his craggy cheek, moving over his heavy brow ridge into his deep cavernous eye sockets, revealing his only nice feature: his dark eyelashes. Her fingers traced …
As the rain pours, Winifred clings to her dead children. Delirium morphs her neighbors’ wails into her own skin pustules’ screams for God’s mercy. This is no plague; it’s hell. Lightning reveals a beautiful lady in silk standing over her. “My angel?” croaks Winifred. Jenny kneels. She strokes the dying woman’s cheek …
The beautiful woman in her thirties smiles as her handsome family holds hands at the dining table: her husband, her father, her daughter, her son, her mother, back to her. Her mother squeezes her hand: “May we… always be a family,” she says, voice faltering. The woman nods, tears in her eyes. She takes them …
Alien leaders at The Intergalactic Federation of Intelligent Life hissed and clicked and warbled and radiated amongst themselves, debating: Should humanity continue to live or be “dismissed”? Usually voting was easy: creatures were a threat or not. But with humans’, goodness and badness split them right down the middle—just like the alien votes. It was the …