I have a new microstory up on Story Seed Vault.
This one’s a bittersweet (swift) tale of life and how swiftly it can be wrenched away– and humanity’s ways of dealing with the corporeal remains.
Perhaps to have the body slip away, just as easily as the soul, allows for more… metaphysical congruence? Or do humans need the physicality of something to hold onto to make it feel real?
That and a heartwarming personal correspondence with editor Alex Massey. I always enjoy Alex’s editorial comments and insight!
D.A. Xiaolin Spires 