Fireside, 2020
"It is remarkable what a difference it makes. Only twenty minutes a day. No special tools required. I was skeptical at first, but then I tried it and saw the results for myself.
Now, I peel my skin off every night.”
(reprinted) Lightspeed, 2020
Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet, 2018
“She was using an ice-cream scoop this time. I came home to find her slumped in the deck chair out back, scoop in one hand, other hand holding open the skin of her abdomen.
‘That is disgusting,’ I told her.””
Lightspeed, 2019
“You’ll notice how the commercials never mention the price. They’ve all got some lab-coated guy with chiseled cheekbones spouting dumbed-down drivel about how emotions have wavelengths, the same as light or sound, which are reflected and absorbed by the objects around us. How this discovery has the potential to revolutionize your life”
Kaleidotrope, 2019
“Film isn’t cheap, so Sasha only brings one roll with her to the Moon Room each night, even when there’s a show. She crouches on the pool table, on a barstool, at the edge of the stage. The shutter snaps shut and for an instant—Bambi Deerest, belligerent, having lost her best hat earlier that evening, standing at the edge of the stage, waving an arm half-encased in silver bangles, purple bangs catching on her eyelashes, beads of sweat dotting her forehead like gems—time stops.”
(reprinted) Lightspeed’s Women Destroy Science Fiction anthology, 2014
Unstuck Vol 2, 2012
“I am in the cactus room checking on the womb when I hear my third daughter Verdana calling to me from upstairs.
‘The picture’s coming through. There’s water! Lots of it.’
The womb is fine. I am only here because I don’t want to be up there, watching, like everyone else in the world.”
