I touch my reflection tentatively, unsure if it’s glass, water or some surreal substance that I’ve been sucked in to. My fingers find coolness, the hard, smooth surface gleaming in the dim light. Glass after all, I realize as I step back and face the image in the mirror....

He dreaded this moment. Susan stood in the kitchen at the cutting board, chopping vegetables for tonight’s dinner. She had no clue. Not so sweet, but definitely unsuspecting. This would devastate her at the minimum, disintegrate her psyche possibly. How was he going to tell her?...

Sirens—so many sirens. Cacophony erupts as people run for cover, their cries, screams and tears all muffled by the voluminous backdrop of scattered explosions.

Rick’s head was pounding. He hadn’t slept well last night, and tonight wasn’t looking be any better. With a weary sigh, he edged toward the front of the house, approaching the picture window. It sat there, curtains drawn, taunting him lik...

She stared at the screen, ready to send the warp mail. How was Lydia going to take it, this centennial contact of complete unexpected-ness? Tiffany hit ‘send’ and looked away from the screen quickly as if in denial that she sent the missive at all....