Everything looks better from far away. A camera that floats over a polluted sea still brings home serene footage.
Her son’s name was Bison and, wouldn’t you know, she’d enjoyed calling him “Son” for short.
“If you put them in a jar will they wilt overnight?” Junior Lieutenant Volodya asked.
“We want you to write something for our anthology, the Malignant One explained.”
“He wrote a letter about the baby carriage problem to the president.”