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Daisy Sky
It was autumn, and the bright red-orange-and-yellow-turning leaves fled past like broad strokes of paint as the road thrummed out a course beneath their car. Jen sat in the back seat, behind her mother in the driver’s seat. Dylan, her mother’s boyfriend since the previous April, occupied the passenger’s side in front. “Do you want…
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The Imprint of Ulysses on Her Mattress, ca. 2033
Francis Bailey’s green eyes stared back at her from the surface of the mirror like the eyes of an oracle, inscrutable and wise, at once soft and harsh. She breathed in and out gently, her hands on the sleek marble countertop which seemed to hover steadily at the most ergonomic distance below the glass. Soft…
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C28-X109831, yours.
She stepped forward to the desk, trailing a hand behind to let Liam know to wait a minute. She straightened out the faint ruffles in her shirt and cleared her throat. “Hello,” she said. The receptionist looked up, glanced at Daisy, and peered out at Liam. “Return?” she asked in a low voice. Daisy nodded.…