Robot

The letter was smooth in her hands, the thin membrane of plastic over her name crinkling as she fiddled with the envelope. Her father had tossed it carelessly on the counter and she had looked at it, drawn to the noise it made as if it was one of the shiny fish they pulled from … Continue reading Robot

Charlie

My daddy was a solar farmer. Every other month he’d disappear spaceside to those far-off panels, leaving me with Granny in Ortsonne, our floating city. When I was younger — old enough to understand he was gone, but not old enough to realize he was coming back — I’d pine for him. Now that I’m … Continue reading Charlie