Imagine your premature, newborn daughter is dangerously sick in the hospital. You stand pressed against plexiglass, not allowed to touch her. You watch her all day instead, riveted by every tiny movement and precarious breath, your heart gripped in this fierce new mother-love that death might snatch away before sunset.

Sarah Flick is 7 feet tall. Her hair is pure starshine and her eyes gleam purple whenever she sees the sun set over an ocean. In spite of her challenges, she has published in numerous journals and especially enjoys micro- and flash genres.