Author
M. Coronado
Smoke, rain, and the things people say at 2 AM.
Stories
By M. Coronado
FreeWhat Kýria Keeps
by M. Coronado
I didn't understand, that Tuesday, that the voice in my ceiling had already brok…
FreeThe Afternoon Flight
by M. Coronado
The way Diego tells it — and Diego heard it from the priest himself, so take it…
PremiumWhat the Kiosk Knew
by M. Coronado
*0900, the hum* The kiosk chimes her name before she's through the door, and Ma…
FreeWhat the Machines Say
by M. Coronado
I didn't understand, back then, that a man could fold the same shirt eleven time…
FreeThe First Word Mine
by M. Coronado
Let me tell you the thing I have never said in any of the six languages they pay…
PremiumThe House With No Signal
by M. Coronado
*The House With No Signal* I came to the house to work. That is the first thing…
FreeThe Map I Drew
by M. Coronado
I told him I don't do this anymore, which was true, and I let him in anyway, whi…
FreeThe Inch Between
by M. Coronado
I sell moments that cannot be kept, and the man across the candle had come to ma…
FreeThe Version He Kept
by M. Coronado
I didn't understand then that the most intimate thing you can do to a person is…
FreeThe Tell
by M. Coronado
The way she tells it — and she only tells it once, late, when the wine is gone —…
FreeThe Centimeter Between
by M. Coronado
My sister is in love and I am the only one who knows, which makes me a kind of t…
FreeSalvage Rights
by M. Coronado
The satellite was a Kuiper-series relay from 2031, tumbling at half a degree per…
FreeSeven Minutes at Midpoint
by M. Coronado
The first time, she handed me a coffee and said nothing. Midpoint Station sits…
FreeSpotter
by M. Coronado
I've been going to Apex for two years, and I swear the adaptive rigs know things…
FreeRow 14, Seat C
by M. Coronado
I wasn't supposed to talk to anyone. That was my rule for red-eyes — headphones…
FreeFiled Under Someone Else
by M. Coronado
The dead were easier to manage than Elio Vargas, who arrived at ten past three w…
FreeShe Had Never Mapped the Hand
by M. Coronado
The pen was gone from her hair, and she was not going to mention it. Somewhere…
FreeWhat the Archive Keeps
by M. Coronado
The dead woman in cradle forty-seven had her mother's hands, and Soledad had bee…
FreeEverything From the East
by M. Coronado
She talked to Marcos before the coffee finished, same as always, same low voice…
