grief — FICTION

Who Really Needs Robots?

I met a woman the other day. She stood still, hands stiff at her sides. The metalwork meant to serve as the skin was bright against the moonlight. Her feet, on the platform, perfectly aligned across from each other. Eyes settled in the tracks, as though she were taking in each line. The woman was curious. Curious in the way machines can be at times.

Yoshi Cristina Ortiz LealBen BlackwellMarch 4, 2022isolation, longing, grief, family, scifi

A Widowed Wedding Photographer

For reasons alien to him, everybody trusted Jesse. He had no desire to be anyone’s confidant. And yet this was what he so often became to his clients…

Sylvie LewisGuest UserJuly 20, 2021family, grief, photography, human connection

The Comedown

A huge puddle had formed outside the door. The rain came down in diagonal lines. The trees opposite me shuddered under the weight of the water.