family the Andersons moved in next door. Their constructs unloaded wave
after wave of
from a moving truck more modern than Tom James’
scuttle. Tom, still trying to deal
with the ramifications of Joyce, poised beyond the twinkling waves of Andersons’
for the perfect moment to strike.
dissatisfied by infinite failures, rang the android family the Andersons’
doorbell. Andersons’ female
lingered behind the
door, feeling Joyce’s desire and anger palpable through the translucent barriers
projecting shadows beyond boundaries. Joyce, dissatisfied, trampled newly planted
flowers before turning the key in her own door.
The ball rolled freely between the two children. Andersons’ child glinted in the sun momentarily revealed between darkening clouds. Will examined the ball’s rough texture, imagining pocket universes superseding his own.