Bez lays beside me on the mattress, still asleep. It was a late night last night, and she and Juteau were up long past the point when I went to bed. I never felt her slip in with me. She is facing me, hand curled palm-up beside her chin, the blanket riding low and covering […]

I see the scar on your arm, from a vaccination so many, many years ago, round and hollow, and I put my finger on it and press, as though it were a button. You hold me tighter, the both of us hidden from sight in the tall grass, and for the moment I forget where […]