sWitch

by Kat Blackthorne

You shine, Fauna. You deserve sparkles and pink and whatever the hell else you want in this life—and I want to make sure you have it.”

Despite her affinity for black, Remy was color personified.

“Name?” buzzed through the speakers. “Liz Bien.” Watson paused. “We don’t have a Liz Bien on the visitor list today. What is your purpose here?” “No? Liz Bien from Scissor City isn’t on the list?

“Honor is overrated. Doing what makes you happy is braver. I mean, look at me. I have zero shame.”