“I have it in my hands, but I don’t understand it. Mirah peers over my shoulder, grins in my periphery, and pokes at it. The amber clouds react to the gravity of her digit instantly, particles drifting into a new configuration of spin. As she removes the finger, it spirals back into something like its original shape, spitting out loops of fire and tiny shrapnel as it goes.”
The illustrious Dr. Dee, best friend, random adventurer, weather scientist, cross-dresser, and martial arts expert, had one of my favourite of his short stories published on 365 Tomorrows today!
ps. it’s one I named! yay!
