The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 6In the early hours of the morning, before the sun had risen against the snow and the mountains outside the living room’s glass wall, Yelena knocked on Mr. Pollard’s door. Veronique answered, clad as always… [more]
The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 5Yelena felt the latex surface of the couch beneath her. This shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t have any weight. She knew full well she had no skin or nerves to feel through. She reached out… [more]
Life, Limb, and the Devil’s DissentI. Because it was the thirty-third anniversary of the overthrow of their old government, and because it, too, happened to be a red autumnal moon, and because the calf came out hindquarters first, complicating the… [more]
The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 4Yelena stood staring at the door to her den, thinking this isn’t right. She told herself that she must’ve opened the door all the way, then stepped back into the room to retrieve something, only… [more]
The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 3Closing the door, Yelena felt absurd, hiding from her mom in her own home. The room looked like an old-fashioned study, the kind in historical holofeeds, with a wooden desk and books printed on dead… [more]
The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 2Wilbur lay on his side, his wrinkly face pressed into a padded black helmet. The helmet’s soft leather interior concealed a large array of electrodes. His long tongue hung from his mouth and appeared stuck… [more]
The Many Lives of Yelena Moulin, Chapter 1A merry little vibration against her clitoris awakened Yelena Moulin. Jack, her psychiatrist, had recommended the device, which looked like a suction cup dangling on a string from a short straw and recharged itself on… [more]