At least, the first one I have read.  My goal is to read at least one a week now that I am writ­ing again.  My think­ing is

Strange Horizons Fiction: Engines of Survival, by Larissa Kelly.

It’s always the lit­tle things in the future that are the hard­est to adjust to. You’ll be walk­ing in the park after mak­ing your deliv­ery, tak­ing amused note of the robot nan­nies and the teenagers rac­ing in their jet har­nesses, soak­ing in the expected nov­elty of the scene. And then all at once, you real­ize that the young man on the path ahead isn’t walk­ing a small dog, as you had orig­i­nally thought, but a raccoon.

Cryptic cap­sule review: like an acci­den­tal brush of an attrac­tive stranger’s hand across your own in a crowded space.

Speaking of short fic­tion, I miss Nick Mamatas over at Clarkesworld.  Damn you Viz!

Tagged as: Fiction, future, short fiction, strange horizons, time travel