Miriam H. Harrison

She had heard of stars beyond the dome of satellites. Some nights she looked to the sky with quiet hope, watching for the light of some faraway world. But every time, she looked up into the familiar scattering of satellites.

She knew their paths across the sky, the pictures they painted in their stippled light. She was connected to the Leonid network. Its satellites were as far as the sky, its transmissions as near as her thoughts. She tracked its movements, divined her fortunes. As always her constellation sat high in the sky, promising her a dim and starless future

Miriam H. Harrison studies full time, works on the side, writes when she should be doing other things, and trains the dust bunnies to fend for themselves. She is an active member of the Horror Writers Association, and her writings can be found dismembered and scattered in various dark corners.

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