“The Posthuman Condition” by Charlotte Ashley
The body in front of her is positioned for approval, propped on its knees with its arms spread wide to receive and embrace whatever meaning she chooses to imbue it with.
“Shuffle” by Jennifer K. Oliver
My mouth, full of leathery flesh. Still, there are colors, lights. They shudder and pulse in the deep dark.
“Bitter Medicine” by C.A.L.
He saw the platinum walls of a spacecraft, set against an alien starfield; he saw other faces, not unlike his own.
“Chinese Poetry” by Robert Pritchard
Murder in the Villa Anzique: striding ahead, the Duchess’s obsidian locks bounced against pale shoulder-blades.
“Her Mother’s Child” by Julie Sondra Decker
The grinding stone slips from my fingers and clatters into the mortar, echoing the rhythm of my heart.