Casual meals, breakfast or dinner, at the kitchen table with Amelia and Bonnie are always interesting. All my daughters have agile, bright, minds and the discussions with my two youngest often covers interesting topics or observations. And sometimes humorous moments. Yesterday, as they were eating, I mentioned that I had worked out the plotting for […]
From readers of the 7-part story (serialized in my Google Featured Collection of Short Fiction): PART 1 – “Ok. I’m hooked! Can’t wait for tomorrow’s installment but I guess I’ll have to. That sucks.” PART 2- “Well, that was interesting. Still can’t wait to read more.” PART 3 – “Ok. So what happened to the […]
“No,” he had enough. Nearly an hour’s worth of back and forth. “It’s unreliable. You can’t test it on humans.”
Read and listen to the Booktrack version of this flashfiction story. Here’s some of the comments from readers/listeners: “Now that was a nice turn of events… fun short story you got here. You took me on a ride from Hmm… to Woah! in a matter of pages. LOL” –Rose Kensington “I like it. Loved how the […]
Bob and Jane sat at the table with Sandy and Timmy that Friday morning. When the work and school day ended, it was the beginning of a holiday weekend, and they had special plans. Bob had just the day before picked up his new 1958 model Edsel from Big Jim Axelrod’s Ford dealership over in […]
She wondered if the simulated flesh would sense a caress or make her feel the way she felt when she gave goodnight kisses to Aron and Kyla, a warm brush of her lips on their forehead as she tucked them in.
In the planning sessions, he had shaken his head but understood why the mission was solo and had volunteered anyway. But the vids and holoporn just weren’t enough anymore—the being alone, not having anyone to touch or feel was getting to him. He could hear the strain in his voice as he reported. He shouldn’t but called his ship what he thought of it, its unfeeling metal, and not the official Space Agency designation…
What if you read something about yourself, about your family and who you really were… that you shouldn’t?”
Only the third day since landing, it was her first day—first time—off ship. There was so much here unknown to her.