Natural Habitat Interviews 1: Lightfoot
Good evening; I'm James Lipton, and I'm privileged to bring to you five of the most interesting persons it's ever been my pleasure to interview. To begin with, I need to explain that what you're about to read concerns the discovery of a home, a house,...
Future Tense
**_Sunday Evening_** I took the carefully-boxed pie out of the van last, even though I didn't have that much else to bring in. Boyce had given me a short list of things he and Brady had wanted as a stop-gap till their next trip to the grocery. They...
Preparations
Barton's internal alarm clock was frequently more reliable than the one by his bed. This particular morning, he wasn't too worried about getting up with the proverbial chickens; Malik would open the salon at nine, the rest of the crew would shuffle...
On the Run
There were various aspects of her brother's life, Rosie mused, that she could take exception to. Being a skinflint wasn't one of them. After the Company visited, things had to be shifted around quite fast in order for the shipment to get through. Not...
The Second Door
Zachary Parker took in a huge breath, letting it out slowly at first, and then the rest with a wry chuckle. "What am I doing that for?" "To calm yourself, I would expect." The young Akita looked at the great crimson dragon sitting next to him....
Precipitate
"In 500 meters," chirped the allegedly female voice, "your destination will be on the right." I could only hope so. It felt as if the clouds had blotted out the sun entirely, and the increased rain had done the rest. I wasn't sure that I'd be able to...
Long After Midnight
"Make a hole, bagger." Malcolm Lamar grinned and made some room for his lover to flop onto the sofa in a manner quite undignified for the usually graceful lion. At the moment, there was no one else to observe either the flop or the subsequent cuddle...
Ennui Go
_For Sam Hurt and the One True Hank_ "Of course, there's nothing I can do about it, Dr. Leitner, because it's just what happens to me. The world is what it is, and it's not my fault that everything is that way. I've done all I can, and I...
Letters from Interstate 90
(Postcard dated Wednesday, July 27, 2011) Dad — I want you to know I’m all right. Traveling west with someone I met. He’s human, about your age, very respectable. I’m safe, figuring things out. I’ll write as often as I can. Angelo (Postcard...
Recovery
Several minutes had passed as the three of us tried to regain our composure. Lightwing managed to eat, joking weakly that she was rarely so upset that she'd ever miss a meal. We had agreed quickly enough that we needed to keep my bomb from going off...
Of Dumplings and Dumps
The Dobie security guard was right about the Flaming Grill Buffet. It was surprising that the place could afford the space for seven islands of food, much less the kitchens and the spacious dining area, located as it was in the heart of downtown....
Natural Habitat Interviews 2: Jybian
Good evening; I'm James Lipton, and I'm privileged to bring to you five of the most interesting persons it's ever been my pleasure to interview. To begin with, I need to explain that what you're about to read concerns the discovery of a home, a house,...