Lettie Prell likes to write about the edge where humans and their technology are increasingly merging. Her short fiction has appeared in WIRED, Tor.com, Clarkesworld, Analog, Apex, and Martian Magazine, and reprinted in a number of anthologies, including The Best American Science Fiction and Fantasy and The New Voices of Science Fiction. Her work has also been translated into several languages. She is a life-long Midwesterner, and currently lives in Des Moines.
1 This is real, or real enough. It’s not memory, not dream. I’ve achieved the lucid clarity of the present moment, which I used to take for granted. Now it’s a gift. Around me, what passes for reality is a flimsy scaffold. I can see through everything. That’s good, because I must find the others, […]
Mara inched forward in the line, painfully aware she looked out of place. She didn’t belong here, with old people in wheelchairs and on gurneys, being pushed along by their relatives, who looked at her and frowned. She wasn’t like the younger people in the line, either, bald from chemotherapy treatments, or coughing up dark […]
Cole sits on the hard slab of bed that cannot be tamed by the three-inch thick mattress and scratchy blanket. The gray of the diffused light brings no warmth to the cell. There is nothing for Cole to do but wait, which he’s been doing for some time. Eventually someone will come for him, and […]