Our first piece of audio fiction for May is “Synch Me, Kiss Me, Drop” written by Suzanne Church and read by Kate Baker.

 

 Clarkesworld Magazine Issue 68 - Synch Me, Kiss Me, Drop by Suzanne Church [32:37m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download (3926)

Fashion matters. In my soul of souls, I know that the dead things you carry on your body are real, real important. Grandma likes to call me a clotheshorse, which sounds like a good thing. For example, I’ve always known that a quality sweater means the world. I prefer soft organic wools woven around Class-C [...]

When my nose stopped aching, I smiled at Rain. She had snorted a song ten minutes before me, and I couldn’t quite figure why she waited here in the dark confines of the sample booth.
"Rain?" I said. "You okay?"
"Do you hear it, Alex?" she said, not really looking at me. More like [...]

A call comes over the vidchannel: "Murph, you sitting down?"
"Always." At the moment I’m standing in my darkened cabin at base camp in Mare Nubium. By headlamp only I carve a chess piece—a knight—out of moon rock. I’d crushed one earlier after Tchaikovsky called me out on a dumb move.
The screen and radio cut out. [...]

Our first piece of audio fiction for May is “Prayer” written by Robert Reed and read by Kate Baker.

 

 Clarkesworld Magazine Issue 68 - Prayer by Robert Reed [38:05m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download (5507)

Our third piece of audio fiction for April is “The Womb Factory” written by Peter M. Ferenczi and read by Kate Baker.

 

 Clarkesworld Magazine Issue 67 - The Womb Factory by Peter M. Ferenczi [36:26m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download (5366)

Our second piece of audio fiction for April is “Draftyhouse” written by Erik Amundsen and read by Kate Baker.

 

 Clarkesworld Magazine Issue 67 - Draftyhouse by Erik Amundsen [32:11m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download (5784)

Every day, Mom says goodbye to me for the last time.
I need to go to the office or meet Lisa at the airport or pop out for some milk. I’m lacing my shoes in the hallway when I hear the tap-tap-tap of her heels. I freeze for a moment, then rise to meet her.
Mom stands [...]

Shenroos is a lucky man. He can relax at a fireplace in green velvet on the moon. He is lucky because he has solitude. Eight days, he has been the sole inhabitant of Draftyhouse. Just him, the Bridgeway, a well-stocked cabinet of floral liquors in every shade between green and purple and all the matching [...]

Mei stood, hand on her swollen belly. Her stomach rumbled with the hunger that woke her each morning. Four steps took her and her burden to the window, which slid up scant centimeters before hitting bolts ensuring it went no further. The opening allowed air into the room, but no girl, not even Nuan with [...]