Stories

With the apartment address in hand and a promise that the doorman had been informed and would have a key for her, Spi rode the elevator down to street level and stepped out into a Portland afternoon. The sun had softened...

Le Ciel revolved so slowly it almost seemed to not move at all. Yet presently you noticed that the river, once to your left, was now drifting lazily behind you. Prescott ordered a bottle of wine that cost more than some ...

Spi walked the city with no particular destination in mind. The air had warmed into a beautiful spring day, gentle breeze, perfect temperature.  The kind of day that made you want to keep walking just because you co...

Spi had barely crossed the street when she heard footsteps behind her. "Spi! Hey, wait up!" She turned. Adam skirted around a car as he ran across the street, tablet tucked under one arm, looking slightly desperate. "You...

The cafe was called Millie's. Spi knew this because the cracked neon sign in the window said so, though the M was out so it looked more like illie's. She pushed open the door. A bell jingled and the scent of breakfast wa...

Leaving the meadow behind, Spi followed the path into the forest. She expected conversation. On her world, trees hummed with slow, deep thoughts and birds could trade a piece of gossip as easily as a seed. So she stopped...

Spi did not arrive in fire. No streak of light, no comet or impact crater. No government radar caught a whisper of what happened. Instead she simply phased in with barely a ripple in time or space. The meadow did not kno...