We've been meeting every week for the past month. The first time I could see something in his eyes. Not exactly fear, but some itching doubt. Like maybe he should feel guilty about how things turned out, about what was happening to me.
Recently, I've been having a lot of internal debates with myself about what it means to be a fan of science fiction
Constellations formed in the space between us, / our stares locked as I fell into the celestial trance
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Evan Berkow's "The Lone Star Sin Eaters."
