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Clever Girl ~ a short story by Craig Anderson

  “Welcome to Mind Chip madam, how may I assist you today?” Sarah glanced around nervously, “Is this the place where you sell the brain chips?” The salesman nodded enthusiastically, “If you mean the IQ boosting, wireless cognitive enhancement devices then yes, you’ve come to the right place. Are you looking for something in particular?” A small girl peeked out from behind Sarah’s legs, her yellow pigtails tied off with bright pink bows. Sarah gestured to her, “I’m looking for something for my daughter. I want to give her the best start in life.” The salesman bent down and held out his hand, “Nice to meet you young lady, I’m Ben. What’s your name?” When she didn’t answer the salesman tried again, “Ravi de vous rencontrer jeune femme, je suis Ben.” The young girl stared at him dumbfounded. Sarah leaned over her daughter, “It’s ok sweetie, you can say hello.” The little girl clung tightly to her mother’s leg as she whispered, “I’m Charlotte.” “And how old are you Charlotte?” After a moment to calculate …

Raven9 ~ George Donnelly

This short-story pinged into my mail box a few months back, an ad offer to stimulate my interest in a dystopian, libertarian short fiction collection soon to be released. I had read bits of George Donnelly’s fiction here and there, but when this came I thought he had finally hit the right track. This was sooo much better than anything else! There’s possibly one word too many, but that’s about the only fault I’ll find with this bit of fiction… Hope you enjoy this too — be sure to let me know as you finish reading it. ◊ Raven Number 9. My streets, my city, my prey. Mine. I alone defend it now. For the ancestors! *** “It was all black!” Rona pushed herself against the wall behind a dusty, bannerless stairwell and sobbed. “Relax.” Dane tapped his ear. “Wolf to Roundhouse. Come in.” He paused but no answer came back. The deep guttural throom of the floating vehicle zoomed toward them. Rona threw herself into Dane. “You said it would be in and out. …

Passenger ~ Monica Gebell

This non-fiction essay appeared in today’s The Forge   “Wherefore, unsatisfied Soul? and Whither, O mocking Life?” -Whitman, “A Passage to India” “Only connect.” -E.M. Forster, A Passage to India   Do you believe you known me for last ten years? I remember almost everything X I remember everything but names. You bought me a beautiful outfit. What do you call it? This is my car, madam, wherever you wish to go. Backpack, passport, journal, hiking boots, antibiotics, and dollars: to you, I was these, from Delhi to Agra. After the Taj, you took me to a nearby restaurant for tourists like me. Rich girl, Westerner. You sat across from me, watching me order food with your chin on your hands. You refused to order, so I shared my meal, which you didn’t refuse. The manipulation wasn’t subtle, but I admired the technique. I was nearly engaged to an American. You were betrothed to an Indian girl since her family promised her years ago. We passed aromatic dishes in silver bowls between us, hardly talking, …