Short Fiction: How Soon Is Now? Pt2 by Michelle Foster
Part Two I was aware of a presence as I awoke. A comforting atmosphere that reminded me of my mother. The smell of soap and water. Freshly laundered cotton. I was far too comfortable to be in my bunk at the dorm. I opened my eyes slowly, not wanting the illusion to disappear. My eyes … More Short Fiction: How Soon Is Now? Pt2 by Michelle Foster