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Her family hadn’t always been this calm. When the first finger, a knuckle’s-worth of her left pinky, had fallen plumply into her dinner salad, there had been an enormous commotion. Her young daughters screamed and bolted into the back yard, and hours later had to be coaxed back inside. Jack fumbled with the phone in the kitchen, trying to maintain an even voice while holding back tears. The family border collie, Bernard, stationed himself next to Patricia, barking at the table and the fallen digit. All the while, Patricia sat staring at her dinner and her finger, unable to move, as though crying or sealing herself in the bathroom would invite some new calamity, allow new seams to loosen and more body parts to shake free.
This finger disassembled like the others, severing just below the nailbed. June, the elder daughter, hadn’t noticed anything, but Leila was looking and let out a calm, plaintive sigh, like the sound of a pillow being fluffed. Whatever form her exclamation had wanted to take, Leila snuffed it and formed it into something tamer. The girls don’t want to embarrass me, Patricia thought. She dreaded that they were already burying their own feelings on her behalf.
She had just painted her nails in aquamarine, and the tiny nub lay lifeless on the hardwood like a dead scarab. There was no blood and no wound, just a smooth, curved tip. Like it hadn’t come from Patricia at all.
The Yarnball Woman – Michael Milne
Graven Image – B. Morris Allen
Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost – Douglas Anstruther
All the Colors I Cannot See – L’Erin Ogle
Michael Milne is a writer and teacher living in Switzerland. He has written speculative fiction and overstayed his welcome in coffee shops throughout Canada, China, Korea, and most of continental Europe.
Q: If someone wanted to make an animated series out of your work, based on the title or recurring themes, what would it look like?
A: There are a few times in the story when the present isn’t holding Stig’s attention very well and we find him spacing out. Is he considering a leap to another branch? Maybe he’s moved on to another timeline and is letting the one we see coast on autopilot.
An animated series could show these other timelines in the background, constantly impinging on his attention, threatening to carry him away, competing with each other to be his next destination and coloring his decisions and mood with knowledge of alternate histories and futures that the people around him haven’t experienced. It’d look pretty trippy.
Also, dark. I like my animated series dark.