I Knew Him Well – Alex S. French

The stage was his again. Sprinting, swirling, twirling, his body torqued, the world blurring. Golden pirouettes trailed his every move like fainting devotees. They splashed around him like bubbling shooting stars. Finally one admirer could restrain her fervor no longer. She raced at him full bore, letting loose the sounds of joy that society had always wished to quash, to …

Death of the Classical Handshake – Mark Budman

At our end of the known universe, the receptionist wears a surgical mask, but the Lady can see she’s young. They all are. The generation bred during the pandemics. She should have pity on them, but the receptionist is a healthcare provider, and she hates them all. If not for them, germs and viruses wouldn’t exist. They get everyone confused …