The Fool
The badger looms over a small table, the short sleeve of her smock tugged down toward the table by a glass candy thermometer. A deck of colorful cards rest neatly stacked on its surface. Contrary to expectations, the room is bright and spacious. No...
Being Transgender
You get to explain gender to all of your friends -- And all of your family -- And maybe once more to be sure -- And random strangers -- And maybe, like, doctors and nurses who should probably know better; You get to explain to your partner...
Disappearance
"This is going to sting." I nod. "No, this is going to sting a lot." That warrants a dry swallow and a second nod, more nervous this time. The first thing they'd done at the mod parlor was shave my fur. A smooth line back from my muzzle toward my...
You're Gone
_You're Gone_ is an exploration in grief, told through instant messages to a dead loved one. All you need to do is send the messages. Hard as that may be. * * * ### [Play the game](http://writing.drab-makyo.com/fiction/sawtooth/youre-gone/play) (or...
Please look up
I quickly grow tired of my own footfalls. Those same padded feet hitting that same hard-packed path. Those same claws leaving those same indentations in the same dirt, that dirt that lies halfway between mud and stone. Was that the same stone? It must...
Motes Played — Chapter 3
Motes played. Today, she played prey. Today, she was a mouse to some fox, some owl, some cunning predator. She crept and crawled at first, prowling through the brush and between the trunks of trees. She stuck to where the pine needles made a thick...
Forest of Ghosts
"You go first." Motes stared at Warmth In Fire with a wary look on her face. Too many dares start out this way, too many ill-fated adventures. Warmth grinned brightly. "You know, when you show that many teeth, you are not helping your...
Motes Played — Chapter 5
Motes stopped playing. She stopped playing because, some weeks later, she was out with some friends, some of the others who had decided to give up on grown-up life now that they were here, now that they were decades old or centuries, now that they...
Unseeing
On the morning of every day, when days are warm and there is no rain, on days when Lyut knows when it is day and when it is night, he will gather his ingredients onto a small board and sit at the entrance to his cave and make his incense for three days...
What Defines Us
Darren, Haven't heard from you in a while. Do you think I could come up and visit for xmas? Been a while since I've seen the little monsters. Let me know before prices go up. How are you? How is Leila? LYF Mom * * * Mom, I'm sorry I haven't...
Penguins
Too many suits move in too many lines. They circle banquet tables, hawk-eyed, hunting crudites, canapés, bruscheta. Fingers ferry food -- fish, perhaps -- finding slack-jawed mouths already open, squawking at wayward children or bemoaning...
Hues
## True Name — 2350 I see the world in new hues. I see Ioan and May Then My Name sitting together on the bed, cross-legged and touching. I do not think they even realize that they are doing so, that they have set their hands next to the other's,...