Our alien abductors took us far from where we’d been, to red mountains, gulches of spiny brush, sun like a ladle crashing on a brass plate. The aliens had no eyes, nothing we could recognize as ocular organs, so eye-contact was out as a way to establish our intentions. We wanted to step into some […]
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The Last Public Beheading by Mark Seidl
The officer stood next to the device, his task that day to tip the headless body into the pine box. His superiors thought he was ready for this responsibility: he’d done well during previous executions, helping serenely to carry the closed box to the unmarked grave. But when the blade hit and the body of […]