“May I come in Dr. Crow?” I ask warily. “Who is it?” He asks. Then he looks at his clock, “Ah yes Rebecca, come in. I saw your email. Your condition is most curious.” “Did you prepare the area to my specifications?” I dare not step in the room until I know for sure. “Of course. I removed all the l…” “DON’T SAY THAT! JUST … Continue reading “Rebecca’s Problem”
“Create your own civilization! Break the Laws of Evolution by building your own world! Explore the interactions and personal relationships of your very own creations as they imitate life. You can play God!” She bought the sand farm in a novelty store where she’d shopped with her father. “Just pick something, Lucinda! We haven’t all day!” The packaging came with an order form and instruction … Continue reading “Sandfarm”
There were photos in a box in the back of Simon’s closet: vividly colored cousins and grandparents from well before Simon’s parents had been born. Some were covered in ink—“graffiti,” he thought—and some were as bare and pristine as newborns. None of them had rings. The photos of his grandparents and parents were tech, not paper, and those were kept in the album in the … Continue reading “INK”
