Letter From The Editor - Issue 57 - June 2017

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Issue 12
Stories
Over There
by Tim Pratt
The Multiplicity Has Arrived
by Matthew S. Rotundo
Somewhere My Love
by Stephen Mark Rainey
The End-of-the-World Pool
by Scott M. Roberts
Hologram Bride: Part One
by Jackie Gamber
Folk of the Fringe Serialization
WEST
by Orson Scott Card
Orson Scott Card Audio
Tales for the Young and Unafraid
The Crack
by David Lubar
InterGalactic Medicine Show Interviews
Essay
American Idol
by Kathleen Dalton-Woodbury

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The End-of-the-World Pool
    by Scott M. Roberts
The End-of-the-World Pool
Artwork by Anna Repp

"So. Birthday dare. Something egregious," Grant said.

"Egregious," Evan murmured. A fat wasp droned over his chest. Evan swatted it away before it could land on him. "Outlandish."

"Wild," Grant said.

"Crazy."

"Egregious doesn't mean crazy."

"Sure it does." The wasp came back. Evan picked one of his sneakers off, slashed at it, and connected. The wasp's body arched high, caught the breeze, and fell into the pool.

And now Grant was looking at the scummy pool, his mismatched eyes glittering. Evan knew that look. He waited for the words.

"I dare you," Grant said.

"I'll go get my trunks." A couple of years ago, Evan had eaten a grasshopper for his birthday dare. No matter how much scum was on the top of the pool, it couldn't be more disgusting than a grasshopper wriggling and spitting and kicking in his mouth.

"No," said Grant. "No trunks."

Evan rolled his eyes. He'd gone skinny dipping in the pond behind Janie Winecke's house in fourth grade. Three years, a hundred years ago.

"In your underwear." Grant said.

Somehow, going in wearing his underwear was even more obscene than going in with nothing at all. Evan stared at the water, at the brown and green flotillas of algae, imagined them clinging to his skivvies. "Egregious," he muttered, and kicked off his other shoe.

Grant whooped and began giving details. "You have to dive all the way in, no panty-waist, tiptoey, dippy dunk. And you have to swim all the way down, in the deep end."

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