Karen Joy Fowler

writer
Short Story

Standing Room Only


On Good Friday in 1865, Anna Surratt pines for one of her mother’s boarders—a certain John Wilkes Booth—not knowing anything of Booth’s plans for the evening, her mother and brother’s possible role in those plans, or the reason for the legion of odd tourists packing the streets in the nation’s capital around Ford’s Theatre. —Michael Main
“It didn’t seem a good show,” Anna said to Mrs. Streichman. “A comedy and not very funny.”

Mrs. Streichman twisted into the space next to her. “That was just a rehearsal. The reviews are incredible. And you wouldn’t believe the waiting list. Years. Centuries! I’ll never have tickets again.” She took a deep, calming breath. “At least you’re here, dear. That’s something I couldn’t have expected. That makes it very real. [. . .]”
A young woman in a red dress sits outside, playing a lute, surrounded by living
                gargoyles that resemble satyrs and griffins.
  • Science Fiction
  • Definite Time Travel