excerpt from "Castor & Pollux"
by Sophie Crocker

That spring, all the Geminis get drafted. Most of them try to draft-dodge, of course, but it’s hard to hide a Gemini. All May, generals walk the Geminis at gunpoint from their art auctions and speakeasy-themed birthdays and protests for peace. This time, the war is about the constellations—their names, what they stand for, and whether or not any gods had a hand in crafting them—but most protesters know that the war is more about the oil on Titan, Saturn’s orange moon.

 

 

 

From The Malahat Review's fall issue #228