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Jason restored—and went immediately alert. For the first time in his life, he could feel nothing about his surroundings. His incoming environmental image made no sense. It wasn’t simply one or two informational oddities, or even a l...

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This Is Earth

I hate this place. I shouldn’t, really. That’s what abuela would tell me. Then she would remind me of how she and Grandpapa had been captive and caged for years, little more than sentient lab rats, and that we should ...

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Psalm

The floor is beneath me;
I shall lie down.
It resteth me upon shag carpets;
It layeth me beside wooden moulding;
It restoreth my spine.
It leadeth me in the motions of Swiffering,
For its shine’s sake.

Yea, though I sit in the Chair of the Poor-Postured Hunchback,
I shall fear no scoliosis;
For thou art ‘neath me.
Thy flatness and thy hardness, they comfort me.
Thou supportest a table beside me in the presence of my dining room;
Thou annointest my head with dust bunnies,
Until I vacuum.
Surely carpet and linoleum shall be tread on by me
All the days of my life;
And I shall pay off the mortgage for their house
Forever.

Invictus

The mall was packed. Teeming would be the best description; foot traffic was so tight that simply crossing the thoroughfare to reach the store opposite involved a detour of about sixty yards while Nicholas negotiated the nonstop flow of people. ...

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Last Look

I pull up to the curb in front of the house instead of parking in the driveway. I had intended to do otherwise, when I had played the scene out in my head last night, but now that I am here the action doesn’t feel right. Perhaps it i...

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