Finer Reclamations
By KJ Hannah Greenberg
Sallyanne had insisted upon classy goods. Catalogs were meant for the likes of the Dashenbury Twins or her stodgy sister, Bernice. As a graduate of Miss Violet’s Charm School, Sallyanne knew to patronize superior houses of commerce.
No turgid mare, she had been educated to pick her way among designer bumbershoots and among the newest glossies. Until the Martians landed, Sallyanne had only purchased the wares of tradition merchants.
Thereafter, like most folk on rations, she made due. Brick and click suppliers became her champions for lipstick, rouge, and eye powder. The black market provided her bread, beer, and tins of tomatoes. The river gave fish. The fields yielded good herbs.
When Sallyanne discovered the junk yard, it was as though she had footed into nirvana. Derelict perambulators, broken washers, and discarded gowns became her consumer ambrosia. Salvage replaced Sallyanne’s High Street.
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KJ Hannah Greenberg and her imaginary hedgehogs write speculative fiction because they insist that crafting narratives about gelatinous monsters, about anthropomorphisized beasts, and about futures in which peoples' feelings actually matter, makes for good reading. Look for their work in print and electronic venues, including in AlienSkin Magazine, AntipodeanSF, Bards and Sages, Big Pulp, Morpheus Tales, Strange, Weird and Wonderful, Theaker's Quarterly Fiction, and The New Absurdist.
By KJ Hannah Greenberg
Sallyanne had insisted upon classy goods. Catalogs were meant for the likes of the Dashenbury Twins or her stodgy sister, Bernice. As a graduate of Miss Violet’s Charm School, Sallyanne knew to patronize superior houses of commerce.
No turgid mare, she had been educated to pick her way among designer bumbershoots and among the newest glossies. Until the Martians landed, Sallyanne had only purchased the wares of tradition merchants.
Thereafter, like most folk on rations, she made due. Brick and click suppliers became her champions for lipstick, rouge, and eye powder. The black market provided her bread, beer, and tins of tomatoes. The river gave fish. The fields yielded good herbs.
When Sallyanne discovered the junk yard, it was as though she had footed into nirvana. Derelict perambulators, broken washers, and discarded gowns became her consumer ambrosia. Salvage replaced Sallyanne’s High Street.
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KJ Hannah Greenberg and her imaginary hedgehogs write speculative fiction because they insist that crafting narratives about gelatinous monsters, about anthropomorphisized beasts, and about futures in which peoples' feelings actually matter, makes for good reading. Look for their work in print and electronic venues, including in AlienSkin Magazine, AntipodeanSF, Bards and Sages, Big Pulp, Morpheus Tales, Strange, Weird and Wonderful, Theaker's Quarterly Fiction, and The New Absurdist.
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