Tanya Collings

The New Miss Lasthome

The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It was a landscape of clustered holes—like honeycombs, lotus pods, colanders, pockmarks. Nothing moved or changed, and the rocks were as still and gray as the moon above. The Judge walked up behind her, dragging his cords and cables behind him like a wedding train, and placed his hand on her shoulder. They looked out at the world together.