Stolen Tongues

by Felix Blackwell

There were also two excitable huskies named Boomer and Chewie, so we had plenty of animals to keep us entertained.

In huskies we trust

“Okay. In that case, it’s nice to meet you. Can you make my fiancée stop doing Satanic shit in her sleep?”

Faye always orders the same thing, and calls it her “death row meal”: a barbecue chicken sandwich with macaroni and cheese, and a glass bottle of Coca-Cola. It’s the only soda she’ll drink; in fact, her blood is mostly Coke.

Faye and I spent the afternoon in pajamas, lying all over each other on the couch and watching The X-Files.