The Ghosts of Daughters Possible – Amman Sabet
As I help the young woman from the parking lot to the diner, I notice a familiar roundness to her cheeks, which are red from the cold.
Beautifully written science-fiction
As I help the young woman from the parking lot to the diner, I notice a familiar roundness to her cheeks, which are red from the cold.
The runner from the temple finds her scavenging for stray pieces of coal along the tracks outside the railyard.
Amir and Sahia lay side by side in the narrow berth, waiting to hear if there was a home waiting for them out there in the darkness of space.
I woke to the slow, creaking opening of the door, and the wind against the walls of the silo.