I Am Not I

There was only one aisle, wide enough to spread out my arms and brush the shelves with my fingertips—not that I wanted to get too close. The shelves creaked under the weight of thousands of dusty jars containing hands tinted amber by formaldehyde; eyeballs trailing optic kelp; and butter bean fœtuses that watched me with milky, unformed eyes.

Sap parts, all of them.

First published in F&SF – July/August 2017

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Praise for I Am Not I:

“[it] may at some turns remind you of Sarah Waters’ Fingersmith and at others of China Miéville’s Perdido Street Station; either way, we think it will impress you.”

– C. C. Finlay

“[it] gives the impression at first read that it’s some kind of fantasy […] but once you get into it, you realize that it’s the purest kind of science fiction. A chilling little discourse that assures us that no matter how people’s bodies change, their minds remain the same.”

– Amazing Stories Magazine

“Our narrator […] has a secret and plans of her own and that makes for a great story. I’d like to see more stories in this world.”

– SFRevu