Fifteen Tales of the Very Near Future
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The 15 short stories in the new collection by K.G. Anderson tackle the classic science fiction query: “What if this goes on?” Her answers span magic realism, humor, science fiction, horror, and fantasy. Each story is firmly rooted in the familiar present and moves seamlessly into a very near political future—chilling in most cases, but darkly humorous in others. Stories include:
“A Sign of the Times”—A Seattle protestor is tried under the new Corporate Personhood laws
“Wishbone”—An elderly woman faces euthanasia under the Age Equity Act designed by her politician grandson
“The Bodies We Carry”—A young widow bankrupted by medical bills joins a “death camp” protest in front of the mansion of an old college friend who is now a healthcare CEO
“Unwanted Visitors”—Seattle is declared a “terrorist zone” and the new Federal Security Agency comes calling
“Yoga for Protesters: A Field Guide”—Advice for combining political fury with physical fitness
“The Right Man for the Job”—Summoned by desperate Democrats, the ghost of Lyndon B. Johnson returns to haunt the Trump White House
“Unnoticed”—The teenage daughter of frightened immigrants demands her native identity
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Word Count: 30,000
Languages Available: English
Word Count: 30,000
Languages Available: English
I shook my head. I bit my lip. I looked up at the stars as though I could fly up to them and leave this world. Then I took a deep breath and came to grips with the fact that I was still here. In this extraordinary place: surrounded by dead bodies and talking to one of the people responsible for their needlessly painful and expensive deaths. A man I’d once been in love with. Back in the days when we all were young and healthy.
“The cancer destroyed everything,” I whispered. “He lost his job. I lost my job because I ran out of leave to care for him. I tried to freelance. We went through our retirement savings. Stopped paying bills. Now he’s gone. He’s gone.”
READ MOREThis time, I looked right at Jeff as I spoke. He sat across from me, and the streetlight showed only the side of his face, leaving his eyes in shadow. He looked so much younger than I did: A tan, probably cosmetic surgery, an expensive haircut. A touch of silver glinted in his thick, wavy hair. I’d read he was on his third wife. He didn't meet my gaze, and my heart sank. When he said nothing, I went on, “Sick people commit suicide to save their families from going bankrupt.”
I saw him stiffen, repelled by my ugly words, but I couldn’t stop. “Two people here did that. But I made Dean promise me to stay with us for as long as possible. And that cost us everything we had. How about you, Jeff? Ever lost anything? Or do you just buy replacements?”
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