My adopted parents kept the shuttle that took me to earth. Neither of them was particularly tech savvy, and even if they had been, intergalactic space travel is pretty advanced science here on Earth. I was a baby when it landed, so it’s not like I was steering. So, it was pretty busted up, andContinue reading “Katrina and the Mighty Alien”
Teen Superhero sleeps through history class. She’s not interested in the past. She’s a creature of the present. She likes math, and physics. Calculating angles and velocity are crucial and necessary in her line of work. English isn’t as necessary, but she likes it. She likes stories of revenge or redemption. She likes lovers fromContinue reading “Teen Superhero”
Dear Neutron, Growing up, I was a big fan of you as Megaboy. I remember adults would ask me who I wanted to be when I grew up, and I’d confidently say, “Why wait until I grow up, I want to be Megaboy right now!” Mister Mega was cool too but on T.V. he alwaysContinue reading “Neutron”
“Dad, you’ve got to be kidding!” “You need a job, and he needs somebody to work the shop.” “But a dry cleaner?” “You have lofty goals? Maybe you shouldn’t have dropped out of college.” “You said you weren’t mad.” “I’m not mad, you’re the one who is mad. I’m just going to walk away now,Continue reading “Galaxia”
He wakes up screaming. I spit the toothpaste out of my mouth, and return the toothbrush to its mount. I rush back to the bedroom to sooth him. I can tell he doesn’t know where he is. I lay down on the bed next to him, stroke his hair, make cooing sounds like I’m talkingContinue reading “Lazarus”
I was 12 when I was in my first hostage situation. We were on a school trip to the Science Museum. I was in the Hall of Electricity, just me and my math teacher, Ms. Tobias. I hadn’t really gotten to see anything when the rest of the class was with me, so she hadContinue reading “Tom Thumb”
I’ve been meeting my clients at the Cheesecake Factory. Well, not my real clients. My real clients, the ones who are going to keep this agency afloat in the years to come, I take them to fine dining restaurants. Places where they make things into foam, and give us food in tiny portions. But forContinue reading “The Roller Skater”
Karla is waiting by my locker after school which is weird. For some, lockers are their destiny. It’s where they hang out before classes, where plans are made, and notes are slipped into. Most days, I’m lucky if I don’t try to open the wrong locker by mistake. But Karla is waiting for me, andContinue reading “Captain Squirrel (Part 2)”
“Hey, is Matt alright?” Karla hadn’t spoken to me in years. We’d been friendly when we were younger. Not the sort of friendship where you’d call each other, or go to each other’s house, but the sort where if the timing was right, you’d walk home from school together. We’d compare math tests and jokeContinue reading “Captain Squirrel (Part 1)”
Sometimes, I hang out with Malcolm while he works. Of course, if he’s doing his job correctly, it doesn’t look like he’s working. We hang out on a stoop. Walk down to the bodega. Buy a loaf of bread and feed the ducks. People come up to us, slap us on the back, do intricateContinue reading “Black Bird (Day 3)”
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