I went for a walk and encountered a hundred-some baby geese in a field of mint.
Whenever the three-year-old finds feathers, he chases down every bird he can find, trying to give them back.
An e-zine about spaceships, aliens, science, memory, motherhood, magic, and cats.
I went for a walk and encountered a hundred-some baby geese in a field of mint.
Whenever the three-year-old finds feathers, he chases down every bird he can find, trying to give them back.
The nine-year-old on the Monkees movie: “You remember when we watched Head? Ever since then I’ve known what I want to do is fill the world with more Heads.”
She’s working on a script titled “I am a Sandwich.”
Also, “Never Ending Smoothie.”
by Mary E. Lowd
Originally published in Analog Science Fiction and Fact, October 2014
A wise parent would never leave her one-handed child alone with a six-handed bachelor. A relationship between such unequals would only lead to heartbreak, or worse. Neither of Delundia’s parents, however, was especially wise. They’d met, married, and mated at the foolish young times after first-birth for Londe and second-birth for Arendell, soon leaving them with two young babies and only three hands between them. Continue reading “The Hand-Havers”