My short story Coming Home, published in Bartleby Snopes in June 2015 (and voted June Story of the Month), is eligible for nomination. It's science fiction, sort of, and I'm proud of it, because it manages to uphold the ideal I respect most in science fiction – the realism of the possible.
Read it here. Or start with the excerpt below:
They call us names we don't recognize. Mr. Altman, Jacob, Fat Jack. They chuckle when they say the latter, and look at their shoes. “Can't really call you that anymore, eh?” It's been a long time since the man was fat. We try to smile, a reluctant people-smile, faint, close-mouthed.
The first time they see us they holler and laugh, hug us with their ten arms. We try not to step on any of their ten feet. The laughter fades. They say, “Your mother. Oh, God, your mother.” They let us call her, and on the other side of the telephone a voice – high pitched, not like ours, but like one of the five people around us – says, “Jack, no, you can't be Jack. Jack's dead.”