You are listening to a Clark's World magazine podcast with your host and narrator Kate Baker.

Greetings Clark World Citizens. I hope this podcast finds you extraordinarily well.

I hope that wherever you are, Mother Nature isn't treating you very poorly.

Our hearts and thoughts go out to those people affected by the flooding in Texas and Oklahoma, also any listeners from Mexico.

We hope you stay safe and dry. We don't have much news to report so I'm just

going to jump right into the fourth story for the month of May 2015. The piece is titled Ossuary and is by Ian Wunishwar.

Ian is a queer 23 year old who has had the great fortune of knowing many remarkable people, some of whom

populate his stories.

His graduate of Clarion West 14 and his fiction will appear in the anthology, An Alphabet of Embers. He's on Twitter at Ian Munishwa,

and that's I-A-N-M-U-N-E-S-H-W-A.

So I invite you to sit back, relax, and let me tell you a story. They told Magdalena she was the keeper of the dead that they would come to her with the hollowed out bodies of ships that could no longer fly, so she

could lay out their star-traveled skeletons.

They told her that it would be on her disassembly decks and in her storage rooms

that those bright metal bones would finally rest.

They blew in from the outer darkened vessels with wings like full, white sails pulling fleets of

twisted titanium, the wreckage of ships that had fought in a war many sons away.

Magdalena took them apart joint by joint, limb by limb.

Her worker drones stripped metal from plastic and melted down the slick silver alloys, fitting each purified part into its proper container.

Once she had finished, they came back and took away everything she had made.

The drones loaded the containers of perfectly cubed plastic, the pounds and pounds of

the polished remolded metal onto their ships.

She would watch them as they left, following the sleek bodies of their vessels to the edge of

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