The documents were all there, laid out in front of Piana. Self-generated -why would they do such a thing? The images scrolled past -diagrams, chemical syntheses, photos of Piana’s mothers from every angle. The bastards had duplicated everything -even the little scar on Mom’s fingers, where Piana had once bitten her, and the freckling on Momma’s cheeks. Every dot in place.
Category: Microfiction
Even the Callous and Unemotional Need Friends
After the door had shut, Dr. G examined the picture on the table. It was the same basic figure as all the rest. A little more detailed, with some flourishes the doctor was sure the other kids hadn’t put on, but still. The same. Dr. G sighed, and opened up the laptop to compose an email.
Red Ashes
Nothing, save sunlight, had touched this land in a millennium. Animals, even the insects and worms, had yet to repopulate this far south. With no food to draw them, the migratory birds had changed their routes; when marine life strayed too close, they soon joined the decomposing wall of flesh that was still sinking to the ocean floor. The ships that had sought safe harbor a thousand years past should have rotted into nothingness, but the lack of microbial life had left them well preserved.