Before my organs were stolen I was somebody. Before my memories were defiled I was somebody. Maybe I was feared. I sit alone in a crowded air-conditioned subway car studying my shriveled hands. The seats adjacent to mine are conspicuously unoccupied. No one wants to suffer the indignity of being seen (or photographed) in the…Continue Reading “I Used To Be Somebody”
Author: Leland Neville
Leland Neville lives and writes in upstate New York. He previously worked for a newsmagazine in Washington, D.C. and taught in both a high school and a prison. Some of his short stories have appeared in Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine, Space Squid, The Barcelona Review, FLAPPERHOUSE, and the Flatbush Review. Non-fiction has appeared in U.S. News & World Report and The New York Review of Science Fiction.