I somehow wound up finishing a lot of stories this month. I’d love having a reader or two look over this one before I send it out. It is 5800 words of science-fiction. It’s in a password protected post, but it’s the same as the last story. If you don’t know what that is, drop me a line and I’ll tell ya.
The teaser:
The afternoon sun angled across the scarred wood counter despite the bamboo shade Elise had lowered. She grimaced and picked up the steel chef’s knife, trying to keep the reflection in the blade angled away so it wouldn’t trigger a hallucination.
In one of the Better Homes and Gardens her mother had sent her from the States, Elise had seen an advertisement for carbon fiber knives. They were a beautiful matte black, without reflections. She had been trying to remember to ask Raj about ordering a set for the last week, but he was never home while she was thinking about it.
There was a time before the car accident, when she was still smart.




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