The Diving Bell

Alli walked across the bottom of the pool, in a T-shirt and shorts, keeping her arms out to maintain her balance. Her breath rattled around in the metal skull; she looked out of the grate of the diving helmet. Underwater, the weaker gravity made the apparatus feel a little gentler on her shoulders. She was … Continue reading The Diving Bell


The Long Tomorrow

Ran held herself inside. She imagined hooks against skies of gray, black hooks, interlocking, pulling away from each other, like curled, intertwined fingers, or chains, holding together and rising out of slate-colored dust, holding on to a black monolith pointing toward the sky. She felt the links, invincible, lock and tighten, every little beaten piece … Continue reading The Long Tomorrow