#166: The Tele-Organic Health Food Co-Op

On a fifteen-minute break from her job at the Tele-Organic Health Food Co-Op, Cody Revell sat on a weathered picnic table next to the store’s small parking lot, reading a copy of the daily newspaper, The Detroit Day. She was also smoking a light cigarette, a habit she’d picked up since landing on late twentieth-century earth.

#151: Around the World

Volume VI: Starship Summer

A small group of kids assembled on the sidewalk to watch something they had never seen before. The tallest of the kids, a boy around ten or eleven, stood straddling a black, rugged-looking his old bike that looked like it might have been new in the 1950s. He was about ten or eleven, with greased-back longish hair and thick, black-rimmed glasses, corduroys that were too short, and a light blue cotton button down shirt—definitely out of style for 1985. His nose was too big for his longish face, and his mouth had too many teeth, out of which he tended to breathe as he watched through lenses that were too thick. His complexion made him look older than his age, as if it were already preparing for the pockmarks of severe acne to come.