New Issue of Expanded Horizons
Expanded Horizons has become the premier webzine publishing international writers these days, and their latest issue is a strong one, including two Apex Book of World SF II contributors! Check out stories from Hungary, Egypt, Malaysia, Mexico, Hong Kong and the Philippines at this great publication.
Issue Twenty-Four (Nov 2010)
The last time Nee-Nee did my hair I rushed for two hundred twenty-four yards and three touchdowns against Lane Tech in the Chicago Public League title game. Them dudes couldn’t tackle me.
Yiling was riding home on her motorcycle when she saw the cat. It was late evening and the air was thick with smells, but the scent of the cat rang out like the clang of a temple bell, cutting through the stench of exhaust and the oil-in-the-nose smell of fried food wafting from the roadside stalls.
Christopher had officially run out of words to describe the day. Hot, scorching, blazing, sweltering—he had gotten tired of running through his mental thesaurus, the sun getting to his head, blinding him, the sky spotless, cloudless, except for that one merciless orb, the streets unusually bright, as though lit from underneath, the streets absorbing the heat and reflecting.
I sit behind the counter and hum a bolero. Humans come in and out of the gift shop. Aliens pause to look at plastic cacti and cheap maracas.
Black wasn’t happy, the way things were going. The tavern was large and open, for one thing, and no matter how he adjusted his chair, he couldn’t face all the doors at once. And it was probably the one tavern in all of Locirla that didn’t serve iced coffee, didn’t even have coffee, only hot tea – hot tea in this infernal weather! – and spiced drinks.
The air was boiling above the highway, whipping up the smell of dust from the car seats, as if the road led into the past instead of to Lake Balaton.
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