“I’m sorry,” she said at last. She had been staring out the window – a ‘phore’, they called it here – watching starbirds hover in their pastel stacks, like floating towers of origami. She wondered how they did it, and whether she it might be what she needed for her ‘Fountain’ piece. Or maybe ‘Fountainpiece’.
About the story: Sorrow and Longing for the Score anthology from Metaphorosis.