She came to me during the Transit of Venus. The world was blue-gray at dusk. I went to the beach to dry out, to forget, to find some peace. I’d been a reporter when the war started. Which war? One of them; they weren’t numbered anymore. Some reaction to some act of...
Unboxing
I’m very fond of this story. It’s the future. A woman orders a top-of-the-line sex robot. She’s not sure what to expect. Will it be a dead-eyed doll? Will she fall in love? What she gets is kindness. What she gets is help understanding what she wants.
Isle of Me
A physicist accidentally transports herself to another dimension and is trapped on a deserted island alone. Soon though, she isn’t so alone, when a version of her from another dimension, appears. Then another version. And another.
Can they figure out a way off the island? Can they stop from succumbing to the curiosity of what it’s like to kiss yourself? Can they learn to love themselves?