The Redux

Erica Schreiber

After a charged encounter at a party, a young man keeps running into the same elusive woman. What first feels like chance begins to seem like fate, and then something far more sinister.

Matilda wasn’t the first girl David met at Gary’s September party in Pasadena. He’d flirted over an IPA with a redheaded VFX assistant, then talked F-1 in the corner with an aspiring actress over shots of tequila.
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But Matilda was the only girl he’d remember talking to at Gary’s party.
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The first thing he noticed was her smile: a little crooked, a little mischievous in the corners.

A dark night sky in the city.

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Out of the sky

Dan Benamor

It was partially obscured by clouds. In a way, this made the sight even more distressing. Because it left ambiguous the full size of the thing in the sky. I knew, intellectually, things, objects, could be that large. And at first, I assumed it had to be an object. It wasn’t a meteor. I’m not a scientist, but what little I know of meteors led me to believe a meteor would approach much faster. What then? A craft of some kind? This gray, wide, enormous entity in the sky.