Tormenta cerebral / Brainstorm

   Dear Susan,   I have grown accustomed to the glares and glimmers on the glasses all around the station. I know I t...

  I wanted to get out. I wanted to scream too. But I couldn’t. My mouth couldn’t open so, of course, no voice or sound co...

   Breathing was not easy. For one moment, less than five seconds, no oxygen had reached Louise’s brain. She was going to hear this a few h...