Just a quick note to say that my short story, "The Most Precious Memory" is up at Merry Sisters of Fate. This story isn't in the Across the Universe world--instead, it's a short speculative fiction piece in an alternate world where memories can be eaten like drugs.
The first lines:
There are two types of people in the world—those who make memories and those who devour them.
Devon was one of the latter. He sat in the shadows of the alley, a dark man with dark thoughts who watched and waited. A girl with hair the color of sunset walked by, her red high heels tapping out a steady rhythm on the sidewalk that matched the swing of her hips and the swish of her hair. Devon barely noticed her; his eyes skimmed across the street and into the eyes of another man.
Eagle-eyed readers will notice that I used the same description of the girl's hair here as I did with Amy's hair--that it's the color of sunset. I did it first here--I needed a distinctive but short description for the girl--but I liked the phrase so much that I used in it Across the Universe, too.
Go read it! Hope you like it!