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September 21 - October 2, 2025
“We won’t have to keep fondling the pendulous balls of the granting agencies this way,”
Unfortunately, he was chatty, and was determined to inflict his conversation upon her.
They came across a small group watching a show. The show consisted of a man performing autofellatio. Aurienne had to pause to admire the man’s spinal flexion. “That is some impressive lumbar sagittal mobility,” said Aurienne. The man uncorked himself with a pop and said, “Thank you.”
“The water is unusually milky; you must concede that.” “Surely you aren’t suggesting that Scrope’s loads are so vast, he’s filled five pools with them?”
Osric placed his hand over Sacramore’s on the counter and made deep and intimate eye contact.
She had the most geometrically correct hair that Osric had ever seen and was particularly frightening because she was French.
The Rummy Thing was, indeed, a rummy thing. In the long shadows of the April evening it looked more like a shack than a pub, suffocated by ferns, leaning against the waystone in a weary sort of way. The waystone was also unusual—it was almost perfectly round, with a hole right through the middle.
The horizon felt wider.
“Have you no compassion?” asked Fairhrim. “I’m not burdened with it, no.”
The movement was brusque; the grasp was gentler.
Off you fuck.
Learned quickly that emergency medicine is the science of making it internal medicine’s problem.
The touch of his fevered hands had no grammar; there was no orthography to the pain of her heart squeeze.
rain-studded
He hadn’t paid attention. He had been stupid—gods, so stupid. He no longer owned his heart.
