art by Ron Sanders
Li's Last Chance
by Sarah L Byrne
Alyssa walked barefoot over the shards of broken glass in the road. She didn't feel a thing. Her spider-silk skin was strong as steel.
The breeze fluttered the strands of her long black hair and the skirt of her short summer dress as she approached the fenced-off dead-end street. The makeshift pen was crowded with her people, the latest group to be rounded up. Some cowered fearfully on the ground, others shouted defiance at their captors. It made no difference. They'd all die just the same.
Alyssa pushed between the ranks of soldiers guarding the prisoners, a slight figure amid the anonymous riot-armored bulk of them. Crazy woman, they likely thought. Let her go.
She didn't look back.