PSI-4 Mordecai had been having increasing difficulty all day. At eight o’clock he coughed, just the once, then a lot more. The mended bond in…
PSI-3 Erik was standing in the kitchen doorway. “Auntie Hyacinth? Uncle won’t talk to me or get up.” Hyacinth sighed. That this was happening at…
[PSI-5] Being a normal, well-adjusted person was like riding a bicycle. Not in that you never forgot how (although he had some idea) but in…
[PSI-3] He hated it less the second day. They produced chicken à la king with no chicken. “Meat is a texture thing,” he told Maggie.…
[PSI-1] Maggie was allowed independent study for no greater than one week (and usually no less than one) while her father was home. This was…
[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-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…