The Technician

The Halo was making the sound again. Not the clean hum of standby. The other sound, the one that had started three days ago. A faint whine at the edge…

Visiting Hours

“You’re late,” Miriam said. “I’m not late. I’m exactly on time.” “The clock says 4:04.” “Your clock is fast. It’s always been fast. I told you to fix it in…

The Collector

Madame ate the cricket headfirst. She always did. The forelegs came up — two green hooks, very fast, very exact — and took the cricket behind the thorax where the wings…