Imagine 2200, Fix’s climate fiction contest, recognizes stories that envision the next 180 years of equitable climate progress, imagining intersectional worlds of abundance, adaptation, reform, and hope. Read the 2022 collection here.
After the digivisit with her grandmother Minerva goes straight to the terrace, to pointlessly rearrange the solar lights and hunt non-existent weeds in the hydrogarden. Her fingers are still trembling, which she hates. Her throat is still thick with a suppressed sob.
It doesn’t take long for Ish to come find her, how he’s been doing for almost 10 years, and let his soft space expand until it meets her jagged one. His quiet is always a good quiet. A safe quiet. They work together to fix a hanging planter; one of its ties came loose in yesterday’s wind and left it crooked.
Minerva runs her finger along the soft pink-and-white petals of the verbena, the flower that was always her grandmother’s favorite. “Her memory’s getting worse and worse,” she finally says.
Ish blinks. “She forgot you called yesterday?”
“She doesn’t think I call at all.” Minerva feels the selfish sob again,... Read more
