“When I went outside Kaitlin was lying on the lawn, surrounded by a circle of burned grass. I know that was her name because it was etched into her spacesuit: Kaitlin Morris. Almost invisible under all that soot. The sky was blue; no vapour trails, no smoke. The air above her shimmered hot, and it was hours before I dared to touch her.”
A story about an unusual visitation. Perfect for anyone who has ever wanted a pet astronaut to feed and take for walks and hide from the authorities. Published in Abyss & Apex.