Wisps of cotton still hung from the trees like ghost tears.
Beware: Hugbot ahead, warned a scrawl of white paint across a brick wall.
The first Sinmai I ever saw was watching my kindergarten class play from behind the fence.
“Hey, Hicks, get up. Retrievers are here.”
There’s a sparrow lying on the crust of the snow, beak open, one wing folded.
“And why would there be multiple Earths in the same universe?” the counsellor asks me.