Short stories, offering glimpses into different realities.
Six Sensory Memories of My Grandfather That Were Harbingers of the Apocalypse
The family stood in the corner of the launching pad—just me, my grandfather, my father, my mother. Far removed from the troops being loaded into the shuttle, but much closer than the crowds back at base—the closest we could get, my mother told me, without being scorched by the shuttle launch.