Kai knew something was wrong when his mother didn’t laugh at the joke. It was their joke. It had been for years. Every time it rained—which was rare enough in the climate-controlled sectors—one of them would say, “Remember when we got caught in that downpour at the pier?” The other would finish: “And you insisted we dance in it like idiots?” But when Kai said it that morning, watching the scheduled precipitation streak down their apartment’s single window—gray water against g

October 31, 1873 Dr. Elias Whitmore had always been different. And in a small town like Field Park, where everyone knew everyone else's...

It's been awhile since I posted, but I brewed up this story one morning at about 4:30am as a warm-up to writing, and I thought it was...