Lying on my bed one night, I recalled my brother telling me, after he had read my memoir, My Life as a Banker, that my book made very pleasant reading and that I should consider publishing a fiction book of short stories where I would have a greater opportunity to use my descriptive ability.
It was the year 2016, and I had read the reports of the devastating effects of the zika virus pandemic. An idea came to me to write a futuristic story about babies born to infected mothers. It was purely...

