Short Fiction: Plastic Breath

After three generations in a box, it's time to set Clara free.

By Alfredo Salvatore Arcilesi,

After seven days of intolerable confinement, Izzy decided that this foggy afternoon was the right time to free herself. And, if she could manage, Clara.

She had been testing her crippled body since the morning darkness, inundating her extremities with signals to flex, and, with any hard-earned luck, move. Her weak arms appea…