Free-Fall Forward
She whispered it aloud. Her voice. Lower, gruffer.
She whispered it aloud. Her voice. Lower, gruffer.
Between panes of glass, choice slips away.
So, who the fiddler’s flying fig decided Mars needed alligators?
That’s how long it takes us to realize the Sun has gone dark.
I’ll never forget the first time I sat behind the yoke of dad’s old hovercar by myself, newly minted holo-license carefully filed in my e-wallet.
“Oh, thank you, Spiderman!
Respawn.
We’re twins, you and I.
Not every Fayre could be trusted.
Driving late at night
I found the perfect spot, for us to share a final gaze
Riding the hover train this time of night always made me sleepy.