Alone with You in the Ether

by Olivie Blake

“Yes,” he said—he would have said it to anything, she could have suggested a mutiny and he’d have searched tirelessly for an axe, a pitchfork, Excalibur itself—and she smiled up at him, lifting her chin to permit him full view of her approval. The prospect of it, of anything, buzzed in his veins.

“So when people say we’re alone in the ether…?” “Alone in everything. In time and space, in existence, in religion.”