Sun Juong heard the door creak open as Grandma approached. She snatched up the book and Sun Juong went rigid. Surely it would mean nothing to the old woman? Grandmother looked at its cover, then at her granddaughter. "It's time."
Maia got her mom a new body for Christmas that year. Her mother's old body was just that: old. She was eroding, melting like a snowwoman in March.
Whatever you do, never teach the pets Kung Fu.
In Antarctica all noise is white noise
Like the frozen breath in your lungs
Trying to unfold
You have not yet been born, but your mother and father are already thinking of names. Isaac, Stephen, Albert. And Jane, if you’re a girl. But you won’t be—your father’s certain.