A TURN OF THE MOON
Day Seven
by
Jessica Drew

I woke the next morning to hear Lauren calling my name. I groaned and pulled the covers over my head.

“Come on, it’s a beautiful day today,” Lauren said. I felt her tugging on the bed sheets.

Dr Wiggins performed the post-mortem the next day at the Morgue in Stevenage. He had an audience of DCI Pascoe and Chief Superintendent Montgomery. The presence of the Chief Super told Dr Wiggins that these children were important to a lot of people way above his pay grade.

Chapter 1: Dundee, 2017

Dundee.

The city of my well-spent youth. Compact, affordable, practical; or so some of the more positive reviews seemed to indicate. Not that I really needed a review, but I hadn't been back in twenty years.

There was the Dundee I remembered: not really a tourist destination; a bit dowdy and plain; shops closed by six. Not quite sure what people did for entertainment after dark apart from pubbing. Just your average Scottish city. I didn't think it had really changed.

Cute Coed Cheerleader

After four years, I had a chance encounter with Christina, a friend from my past. We had been best friends and next door neighbors until her Mother got transferred to her company’s branch office in Texas. Now they were back, not next door, but in the same neighborhood a little over a half mile away. Her Mother was now the new CEO of the company, their corporate offices here in town. Christina was registering for college here, along with several of her girlfriends, when I ran into her.

Destination Female

My girlfriend and I had been going steady for almost six months. I was already working, though I had only recently graduated from college. Sherry was still in college, finishing up her last semester.

I was working in the IT department of a local corporation. The job was fairly easy; the only problem was the hours around the weekend. If the gods were with us, the weekend could be enjoyed, but if the servers were acting up on a Friday, the hours piled up as we had to make sure that all was back up and functioning normally for Monday morning’s business.

A Token Transsexual

It had all started with the bathroom debate and assorted legislative bills. I am sure most of it was strictly political, a way for a local representative to gain some political clout at other people’s expense. Just another way for a legislator to correct some imagined injustice, although his correction often far worse than the original problem.

We sent people to explore the empty ships right away. And we found... more documentation. In the parts of the world needing cleanup over the facilities, all the large bodies capable of helping with the cleanup were deployed that way. But here, I was free to participate in another document translation effort.

I just want to play football.

Pete's Vagina
82. Off the Bench
by Erin Halfelven

The Hormone Revolution
A Vignette
By Maryanne Peters

The three story town house in the outskirts of Birmingham looked occupied. The curtains were up and at the press of a button they closed as the day ended. The house was tidy and a pair of cleaners arrived once a week to keep everyone in order, but Graham was in the house on his own, and apart from a bit of dust there was little for them to do. Maisie and Jane tried to engage Graham in conversation but they often gave up after a series of monosyllabic replies.