Milo and Fairfax

The Farm

“This is not what I expected the museum to look like,” said Epiphany. “You were expecting marble columns and urns?” Milo said sardonically. “I was expecting a lab with magic circles and electrified unobtainium cages. This…

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Torosian

“Took you long enough to get here, Milo,” said the voice in the center of the flame sourly. “Frank!?” Milo and Epiphany were standing in a well-appointed study. A heavy, richly inlaid mahogany desk littered with…

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The Diner

“Why can’t she leave Mars Prime?” “She can’t leave her apartment, is closer to the truth. We all—every troubleshooter who was working at the time—gave up some of our karma to build the place.” Epiphany sipped…

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Epiphany

“I need a body.” The abbot drew on his cigarette, exhaled a cloud of soma, and flicked the butt off of the cloud island. It turned into a shimmering golden butterfly on its way down and…

The Weather

Gnat Slayer

Five quarter-turns of the hot knob and one of the cold always rendered the correct temperature. There was no need to do a quick test with the hand, so his chest made first contact with the…

The Weather

You Bug Me

Nobody understands pop music. Even the artists, labels, publishers, radio execs, ASCAP, BMI, they don’t know what makes a hit. Or else they’d do it over and over. Duh! It’s like: “Great song.” “Here’s another just…

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Tia

“This is a nice surprise.” “No, it isn’t.” The woman looked to be about thirty. She was tall and athletic, with skin the color of old bronze and long dreadlocks pulled back into a ponytail. Her…

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The Junkyard

The dog made it to the bottom of the scrap pile first. The man slid down after, picking a careful path with his flashlight through the stacks of discarded luggage and old toys. There was a…

Milo and Fairfax

Two Years Later

It was early fall in the misty hills. The morning air was crisp. The little girl ran for the joy of running, up from her father’s house to the temple at the mountain peak. She leapt…

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Buen Día

When I first met Stan in Father Derrida’s Bookshop I thought he was a hobo. He was drunk and rambling about the president, but he wasn’t getting carried away and so I moved closer, and the…

Transmissions

Where We Sit

We got here late and it was very crowded. It will be hard for anyone to remember us in the church, listening to the Christmas music and the priest. Where we sit, a priest is not…

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SIPs at the Table

The man sat at the kitchen table, ignored by the child. The boy sat on the other end, his feet planted on the kitchen laminate with his eyes and most of his face obscured by the…