Fiction — No, he thought, no way. I can’t be that guy. He’d end up being like so many of the men he’d known in his life, too many men, who wanted control and wanted it all the time. How could he do such a thing? He’d been raised better than that…

Jayne looked at him, starting to grapple with her headset. “No, no, no, woah, don’t do that,” He exclaimed and reached for her hands on her head. “You’ll get sick if you just rip it off like that.” Jayne closed her eyes instead, shutting out all the impossible things she…

Fiction — She told him everything. The whole story. She told him about Selby and the death of Selby, the fear of having children without a future, of being forced to have children in the first place. Could she just be left alone to figure out her own life? She thought not…

They were in the City of Shimmers, traffic glistening through them in a vortex of spinning light. Jayne had never experienced this, choosing to put her energy into her old paper library books and the baked dirt outside. Wonder-struck, she gazed around and tried to take it all in —…

Tyrene couldn’t get a straight answer out of Jayne for what she liked to eat so he ended up just making egg replacers and char bread. They ate in some silence, caff in hand before Tyrene asked what her morning had been like. This was not the conversation Jayne wanted…

Fiction — The news was at it again. So was Marty, out to look for more work at the hiring boutiques on the other side of town, a hop across three highways. So much the better, Jayne thought. Now she could sell the week’s stash of pants. “Anti-trans establishments called for the…

Tyrene was out in the garden before it got too hot. He wasn’t doing anything in particular, more like moving dirt around, but it felt good, like he had a purpose after the morning’s altercation with the three activists. Was he a fool for even listening to them? He wondered…

Jayne was walking back to nowhere. Where could she go now? There was nowhere to go. Any transportation she took would only keep her in the city. And the day was getting on, the sun was rising higher, so she better get somewhere. Should she go back to her job…

Flash fiction — Now for a run before work. Yes, really. New trainers out of the bottom of the bag and ready to swap out for her sensible shoes. Jayne couldn’t believe she’d joined the hordes of people still running in the mornings, some walking and others jogging. Despite what her feet said…