“Hands of Glass Upon Her Onyx Flesh” by Eric Del Carlo The teleprez psychoanalyst turned to pixelated vapor, leaving Iona alone in her ‘down with the reassuring words: It is safe to go outside. No doubt this assertion was being repeated around the globe, by millions of other therapy programs. Humankind had survived the Great … Continue reading Microfiction: Hands of Glass Upon Her Onyx Flesh by Eric Del Carlo