PSI-1 Erik and Maggie both got crayons for Yule — on the very last day, like an afterthought — and not much else. Maggie and…
[PSI-4] “It’s your birthday today, Erik,” she said. “Birthday?” he said. He knew what that was, he just couldn’t… make it… be… words. He thought…
[PSI-3] There had been a really big argument about drawing. About… these. He sighed. He had them. He had the box but he couldn’t read…
[PSI-3] “Well, let’s see now, is there anything missing?” There were several sheets of coloured paper bedecked with crayon drawings spread over the bedroom floor.…
[PSI-3] She said “breakfast.” Something. He looked down, but it wasn’t. Breakfast was… long… lap… in a bowl. There. Not. She said “upstairs.” Up… Stairs?…
[PSI-3] Magnificent spent one day plotting and two days preparing, and she decided she had been very clever. She didn’t even have to go hungry,…
[PSI-4] She woke him from his reverie, which was more like dream than memory. The substance of his entire existence was beginning to seem more…
[PSI-4]What’s This? The red man was carrying the green child and running. The boy was swaddled in a dark cloth coat. The blood did not…