“There’s this memory I have from before the Shake. Father says I shouldn’t think about the past because the past is full of nothing but wickedness, but this memory… it doesn’t seem too terrible. I’m five years old and I’m watching my dad as he shaves. The mirror’s misted up, but he’s cleared a little patch so that he can see what he’s doing. Water runs in the bath behind us, steaming. I only come up to his middle. I am wearing my new, scratchy school uniform, which leaves trails of blue fluff all over my shirt. I am warm and clean and happy and well.”
A story about a boy and girl and some otherworldly entities after the end of the world. Published in Jupiter (issue thirty-seven, “Kale”). Purchase a copy here.