The City in the Middle of the Night

by Charlie Jane Anders

“Sleep when you’re sleepy, play when you want,” Mouth said, without even thinking. George leapt to his feet and looked around, like they were all about to be arrested. “Where did you hear that?”

A naked man fell out of a window in front of them, blood already spurting from a wound in his shoulder before he even hit the pavement. “Fuck,” he said, and died.