PEN/Robert J. Dau

“What was the child wearing?” “A…uh, a Bluey t-shirt? And shorts, I think. Long red shorts past his knees.” “No, wait,” the mom interrupted. “Wasn’t he wearing that yesterday?” The mall security guard looked between them. “He, uh, he slept in it,” the dad continued,...

The silver doors shut with a heavy thud, and just like that, the tug on his mother’s wool sleeve was gone. Neo watched through the glass as her face changed. Sarah hit the window with her palms as the train began to pull away, her mouth moving in a scream he couldn’t...