Day 82 – The Runner

The average Canterite would whisper that his neighbor must be a Runner, because she was always so quiet and lithe, or that he had seen a shadow climbing up the sheer side of his apartment block, and it must have been one of Them. Continue reading

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Day 64 – The Eccentric Uncle

Dad makes a joke like “I hope I won’t go that white by your age, Manuel” – as if he doesn’t know it’s engineered – but Mom compliments his hair’s silkiness, which makes Uncle Manny happy. Continue reading