“This is the place my family used to call home,” she said.
They padded through the still living room. The wood floor groaned under their tentative steps. The air swirled with dust as they passed through the scattered beams of sunlight strewn across the carpet.
“Where did they all go?” Evan whispered.
Aura slipped ahead, her linen dress waving him farewell as she released his hand.
“They’re still here."Read More
Edgar’s nose had been bleeding for six days.
At first he stuffed tissue after tissue up his left nostril to try and stem the tide. When that didn’t work, he carried a small maroon washcloth around to mask the intense amount of blood pouring forth from his face. By the fifth day, he gave up, awakening to crimson-drenched pillows and sheets, his left cheek dripping with his own gut juice.
By the seventh day, it was over.Read More
The film reel slowed. As it did, the screen flickered with a stream of stuttering frames. They flipped to an image of her, brow furrowed, lips pouting. She was crying. Just like when I left her at Maxwell’s.
Her face bubbled and dissolved before my eyes.Read More
“Why what? Why no?”
Andy drew a line in the dewy window with his pinky. A cascade of water bled out like a meaty cut.
“This is how far we’ve gone. In just one year.”
He swabbed another line, diverging down from the end of the first line.
“This is where we’re going. Where you’re going, anyway.”
Edie stares at the new line. Two lines. Two directions. Each on their own.
She reached up and scrubbed out the lines with her palm, creating a fan-shaped view of the emptiness just outside.
“We jump again," she said. "Together.”Read More
“He will see you now.”
The android assistant led me to the massive onyx doors of Kobyashi-san’s office. They swung wide, drawing me into the vast bronze lair overlooking Ginza.
Kobayashi was at the end of the room, seated at a massive wooden desk with his back to the flickering city lights. As I approached, he raised a withered hand to his head and pressed his left temple. His closed eyelids illuminated.
I have fifteen seconds to impact.
My brain and heart cook in unison to burn through options.
If I shoot, the child dies. If I don’t we crash.
The last time it felt like this, like a vice grip on my conscience, it was that flash job in Topeka that went pear.
I think about the kid. My kid. This kid. This one life.
What do I need to be around for anyway? What have I got left to deal with, to make better? To make worse?
But it’s not just me. It’s them. They’re asleep. They’ll die well. But they shouldn’t. They don’t have a choice. Nobody does.
My finger hugs the trigger. My shoulder hugs my ear.
The kid is crying. My kid is probably crying.
I hope they’re dreaming.
I hope I’m dreaming.
Five. It’s slowing down.
It’s Jane’s birthday tomorrow.
"The one time I try to do the right thing and it falls apart,” Mel whispered.
“It’s not falling apart, kid. That’s strong,” Ted whispered back.
Mel started crying. She cradled her shins and pulled her knees to her chest.
Ted wanted to touch her. But the glass was thick and in the way.
“If you have it, I’ll let you go.”
“And if I don’t?”
“I’ll let you go.”
Edward fell to his death. Free.
“Where are you right now?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re here, but not really.”
“I’m here. Really.”
“No you’re not. You’re staring off again. It’s like you’re watching a movie of something else.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Pull up.”
“You left before I could.”
I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me.
“I was already gone,” I said. “Leaving was a formality.”
She was silent for longer than I could stand. My words echoed off the silence hovering between us across the ether.
“Where are you now?” she finally said.
“Not sure,” I said. It was true. I knew I was on the side of the road somewhere between Tacoma and Portland, though there were plenty of places in between where I could be. From my perspective I was at the end of the road.
“Put Ed back on the phone,” she said.
I looked up from the gravel, straining my eyes and neck to signal him. Ed shifted his foot from my between my shoulder blades.
“She wants you.”