Squeak

by Vera Valentine

We were creations of air that didn’t, strictly speaking, need to breathe,

knot

I’d have to work fast, though

Bro is annoying

lapping.

but something deeper in my soul wrenched control from my conscious mind.

He tilted his hips and nodded downwards, where his entire pelvic region–still locked into my own–had gone a deep royal purple. And translucent. I screamed.

And if you filled them with enough helium, they’d literally float away until they became the airless stratosphere’s problem, rather than the earth’s.