Category: Short Stories

Recently Gizmodo and iO9 sent out a request for fiction on “the future of death”. This was my submission.  By six, a crowd had gathered for Weir’s viewing. The procession formed a winding way from casket to cars; a parking lot full of souls, all desperate to be reassured of their own lives and livelihoods…

The child daydreams a lot these days, Jessica thought. He may as well die. He’s useless here. He weighs us down. Slows us. Does nothing but stare off into the distance and mumble nonsense. “Eat your food, Worley,” Jessica shouted at the child. She spoke through her teeth, jaded toward the young one. Their feast…