I'm late!! I'm so sorry!
Forced Autonomy is almost done. It will be out before week's end.
In the meantime, here's a teaser.
I was brought out of my reminiscence by Lauren stumbling through the clique of shelters towards us. She was pale—deathly pale. Her eyes wore skirts of darkened crescents and her dreadlocks had seen better days. She staggered a bit and not even thinking about the contagiousness of it all, I got up and helped her to the nearest seat, an overturned gray paint bucket. She doubled herself over, her arms hung like noodles to the ground.
“The flood finally stopped.”
Leah chortled, “Either she’s quoting scripture or the end has come!”