Thursdays, like clockwork, Mother would clean the shop. Mira often watched as her mother took unwound springs and bent gears out into the alley ...
he never admits it, but he hates the name theodorus.
hates the way it tumbles out of lips to
stick in all the wrong places
“The elephants will come back someday.” Gramps chewed on a stick as he stared at the far horizon. The terraformers were hard at work replacing the reddish-purple lumps of native vegetation with the gray-green of earthly sagebrush and...