I sent out "Fragile" (formerly known as "Things You Don't Want") out again. I started questioning whether it was any good, so I read it again before I sent it. Ah, will anyone but me or my cousin Heather ever like this story?
Oddly, it just struck me that the story might be read as a metaphor for abortion. Three years since I wrote it, and I'm just now realizing this, which just goes to show that critical analysis might show more about the person doing the analysis than the person doing the work.