Emelia’s home is in a city where only children are allowed to draw graffiti on the crumbling walls. The old bricks and stones are covered in crude pictographs and stick figures, smoking chimney houses and bicycles with four wheels and two seats. Chalk is a penny a piece, any color to be had. A little old lady with gnarled fingers and crooked eyes sells the sticks out of cigar boxes on street corners, even in the rain.

A stream-of-consciousness style fantasy story that I have always found dream-like in its narrative structure.  The podcast version is read by Ann Leckie!

This story was reprinted in the 100th issue of Lightspeed Magazine!