Spring 2017 Debut Fiction Sampler

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of some colonist family’s baggage allowance when the first ships made their way through the void. Jamie’s head was aching, and her mouth was so dry that she might as well have been dust herself. Had she breathed them in? The dead? Were they inside her now, clinging to her throat, hoping for some chance word that might carry them back to an echo of life? Ninety-nine point nine nine nine nine percent. She yanked herself back from the fall that lay beyond that thought. It might be different here. They’d had some warning. And they didn’t live crushed up close against each other, like on the central worlds. But . . . the silence. Something snagged in her throat, and she coughed, and then retched, doubling over. Water. The thought instantly became an urgent need, with enough force to tip her over the edge of the bed and into a sprawled half-crouch on the stone floor. She pushed herself upright, leaning hard on the bed, and then crossed the floor, moving with a club-footed awkwardness. When she reached the sink, she clung to it with both hands. The mirror in front of her was clouded and warped. The distortion had always unsettled her, with the way it caught her features and twisted them if she turned too quickly. But today the clouded surface was a relief. She didn’t need a reflection to know how reduced she was. She felt shrunken, stretched too tight over her bones. The tap sputtered, kicking out a little spurt that grew into a steady stream. She splashed at her face, the cold water forcing the shadows back to the edges of her mind, leaving nothing to hide that pitiless statistic. Ninety-nine point nine nine nine nine percent dead. Ten billion people scattered across space. Nought point nought nought nought one percent of ten billion. Ten thousand people should have survived. Spread across how many populated worlds? Three hundred, or thereabouts. Thirty-three survivors per world. And a bit left over. But she had a nagging sense that her maths was wrong. When the answer struck her, she initially felt only a little snick of

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