They walked down the corridor, passing a set of open double doors that led into some kind of mess room or commons. Swapna Kishore, “Where It Ends,” Strange Horizons, August. For who would want to endure a pregnancy, yet produce no human child? Only the desperate or the greedy. Time after time he almost had the nerve, before pulling away.
Neither man falls. Sarah is in front, sniffling. ”My grandmother got up and went to the bathroom, then took iced tea out of her refrigerator. Yasmine Galenorn, “Man in the Mirror,” Songs of Love & Death.
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