Squeak

by Vera Valentine

The soft thomp-thomp sound of balloons gently bouncing off one another greeted her,

“Yeah. My friend and I were traveling with a circus for a long time

Seb let out a high, birdlike cry,

hot, thin jets of funnel cake icing flowed out to soothe the sting.

Attending an art school, I was certainly no stranger to boy drama,

Now my artist’s brain was in overdrive, imagining the two of them at play.

I filed out along with a knot of chattering students,

She was an actual tulpamancer, an omega to our alpha natures.