Joanne Merriam › It’s our type of brooch. A reddish stone with little blue flecks in it. Not beautiful and of little value. It’s like us in that. But it’ll help to prove I’m one of us. That’s its only worth.

It’s our type of brooch. A reddish stone with little blue flecks in it. Not beautiful and of little value. It’s like us in that. But it’ll help to prove I’m one of us. That’s its only worth.

Read “On Not Going Extinct” by Carol Emshwiller.

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