June 23, 2016 at 4:34 pm (Women Writers, Writing)
Tags: dystopia, science fiction, short story
The fans burn our fingers. Burn them raw. We have to wait hours for the new skin to grow back. Fingers never feel quite the same, after.
— from “Spores,” self’s short-story-in-progress, about a pair of grunts who are very depressed, hate their job, and generally have no hope about the future of humanity.
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