River’s Song – Michael Barron
Boxes form a solid wall in the back of the SUV, preventing me from getting one last look at our house.
Beautifully written science-fiction
My Little Sister Brigid – Harold R. Thompson
My little sister Brigid was born when I was four years old.
All the Daughters Sing – Jan Priddy
Light pours straight down through the leaves, hot like midsummer, and the duff underfoot feels quite light and dry.
We, You, and the Gallery – Alex Penland
We had thought ourselves safe, but then you found us in our little ship.