Not for the Faint of Heart

by Lex Croucher

“Your captive?” said Clem, her brow furrowed. “I have to be honest. That doesn’t sound merry. And you aren’t all men. So there’s been a bit of marketing confusion at some point down the line.”

she liked to think she was relatively open-minded, but the man was almost entirely frown, and he had a goatee, for Christ’s sake.

Nobody had ever pinned Clem to a tree before. New experiences were good for the soul.

Clem didn’t know what to do with herself, so she just put some more bread into her mouth, which always seemed like a good idea.

“I don’t know how we start again. And I don’t know how to do this without Baxter.” “I don’t know either,” Clem said honestly. “But you just will. It’ll probably be really shit and hard. But … you’ve got a lot of people in your corner, so I hope that’s something.”

Fuck the fascists, and introspect.”