“If you are able to gain quick access to an affordable therapist, that would be your best option. If not, maybe next time the apple-seller comes knocking, consider letting her in and listening to what she has to say.”
Hilarious column which springs off well-known fairy tales with modern (dare we call it woke) advice to said troubled characters. Short, fast, funny. Enjoy.
“Long-term, I agree that “Tired” must find a way to extricate herself from her family. As soon as she gets back from the ball, she should look into finding a support group.”
“Are you—” “Dead?” His father gestured toward the inactive monitors. “Apparently so.”
As with the best of all genres, science fiction is merely part of the setting for this excellent short story about inter-generational relations. Even after death. Iriarte takes the reader deep into Paulie’s mind, even as Paulie is focused on something else.
“You’re the smartest person I ever met. You would see through any faking.” Paulie blinked. A compliment.
A lot is implied but not stated about settings and technology. And that’s fine.
Did his father feel anything for him like what he feels for Maddie? Deduction is useless here.
Excellent short story which develops itself in the telling. The reader enters the story in progress, but Alexander deftly tells only as much as needed, when needed. The climax is foreshadowed; the conclusion sadly appropriate. Good job.
“We can use this in the next campaign poster: the price of freedom. I can see it now.” “What a world we live in.”
“Travelling to the moon was way less complicated this year than it was back in 1969, as the four of us proved, not that anyone gives a whoop.”
Short story published in Oct 27, 2014 The New Yorker magazine. Just long enough to make his point; short enough to enjoy at a single sitting. Fun read.
“She is ever doubtful of my space-program bona fides. She says I’m always ‘Apollo 13 this’ and ‘Lunokhod that,’ and have begun to falsify details in order to sound like an expert, and she is right about that, too.”
“If He says it, obviously there must be something to it. No disrespect, but you don’t carry that weight. You haven’t earned that right to be listened to. It’s not the same.” Annoying, because the Him they were talking about was, of course, me.”
(Illustration is cover of Ceaseless Skies #250, not related to this story.)
“I wept that night for Charlie, for all my fallen comrades, for Konrad and for all the Germans we’d killed too. Their faces would haunt me for the rest of my life.”
A well-told very-short historical fiction about an older man reminiscing about the Christmas Day Truce of 1914. Taut storytelling. The more the reader knows about World War One, the better the story works.
“I didn’t smoke anymore, and I don’t think he did either, but that wasn’t the point.”
“Fear, for the most part, is yer friend. It keeps you alive, and stops you from doing stupid stuff like trying to fly or jumping in a fire. But, when yer scared of sumptin’ you ought not to be, well then, there’s just nothing for it but to grit yer teeth, spit in its eye, and challenge your dread to an arm wrestle.” Tura
A short, painless introduction to the world of Elan and one of the major characters of the greater series.
“So odd was this cautionary thought—as no one who knew her would ever accuse Suri of being prudent—that it caused her to laugh. After striking the [bee] hive several times, Continue reading →
“What did I say?” “You said: ‘I love you all, and I would like to cuddle, but I have a nuclear device in my ear.’”
A humorous science fiction cautionary tale for those who have trouble with auto-completion, auto-translators, and auto-spell correctors. A riff on the intersection between voice-activated assistants and ear buds. This technology is probably not that far away.
“I’m not cheap. I’m just resistant to change.”
Basically an extended gag. The concept is that not all technology advances are improvements, especially to late adopters. Nice cover art.
“The man to your right is a German spy who thinks you’re a CIA double-agent.” “What about the thick-fingered man from the pawnshop? Who does he think I am?” “He’s pretty firmly convinced that you’re an idiot.”
“It was a good life, sprinkled with just the right amount of companionship and just the right amount of solitude, and none of them ever regretted their choices, which was a fine way to grow old if you can manage the trick.”