“Stop it,” Tim said. “C’mon, give it a try. It’s fun,” Winnie replied. “You’re wasting electricity.” “It’s not a waste if it’s for the health and safety of the crew. I’m the crew, and this keeps me from going crazy,” Winnie smiled. “I don’t think there’s an activity that’s going to bring you back from … Read moreFeeling Gravity’s Pull
Orville clung to his mother’s pelt; a wobbly passenger new to the world. Through squinty eyes he observed his mother’s steady progress as she went from termite mound, to rotted tree, to jakalberry grove. He considered her whip-like tongue collecting insects and fruit at a mad pace while she remained serene. Several times a day … Read moreBaited Breath
Jacob woke to a damp and sour world. As his eyes came into focus, he noticed a circling fly come to rest at the edge of a puddle of milk. Jacob couldn’t remember how he got to the floor but was pretty sure he fell. Again. He tried to move, but pain arrested his efforts. … Read moreSpilled Milk
Skuen and his younger brother Kadir stood near the end of a hundred-foot-long wall of peat blocks. With L-shaped spades, they cut out neat bricks of peat, looking like rich chocolate cake, and stacked them to dry in the wind. They worked the bogs year-round, with little change to their day other than the amount … Read moreChocolate Cake
Hansel eyed the compost bucket on the counter in the break room. A few fruit flies twirled above it, caught in each other’s gravity. “Just tell me what you know!” The flies continued their dance, unperturbed by Hansel’s outburst. He stomped back to his corner office with twenty-foot walls of glass. He could see two … Read moreOn The Fly
Carl carefully measured the depth of each seed he planted. “Knuckle one, knuckle two, planting seeds is what you do,” he said as he poked his index finger into hundreds of holes. The perfect width and depth of the hole was precisely the distance from the tip of his finger to the middle joint. Working … Read moreSweet Obsession
Dozens of dangerous people wanted Helen dead. She ratted them out to save her father, a top crime boss cursed with six daughters and no sons. He hoped for a boy to carry on the family business but had to settle for Helen. Born fourth in line, Helen had no taste for girly things. She … Read moreFamily Values
Teddy was typing at top speed–just over ten words per minute. He feared an error that may cause him to start over by melting his block of letters. Fifteen months on the linotype and he was no faster than the day he began, but he seldom made a mistake. In the time he could complete … Read moreOperator Error
“How’s his mood tonight?” The sword swallower asked, nervously fiddling with his knives and blades. “Does it matter? Do your act, get the hell off the stage, and be grateful,” the juggler lamented. “It beats digging potatoes out in the snow.” “How’s the Fool doing? Many laughs?” the swallower asked. “I hear laughing, but it … Read moreYour Leg Should be Breaking
Squatting in the dark a mile underground, a feeble headlight her only illumination, Rene fiddled with a coffee can and double boiler. She leased time from a mining company to dig up cinnabar to smelt into mercury. The mining company needed mercury to extract gold, but mercury mining was illegal. Both the mercury and the … Read moreShimmery Deliverance