Dance Unpinned

“But did you have that little zero-g closet right away?” Emma asks. Dance blinks at her, spreads his hands. “I don’t know. I only know when it starts squirming and wanting to stay out loose all the time.” She frowns at him, and then at the tip of the new …

Bruised

“Come join us, Em,” Drin calls out, and Emma walks through the hotel suite towards the bath. There’s a wild gust of night-time wind sweeping through; Dance had opened every window in this corner room, heedless of the air-conditioning. The whole long afternoon, he’d been fine. He sorted out transit …

Unwanted Company

He’s fine at home. Comfortable, warm, easy as falling into a hammock. He doesn’t need other people besides his lovers. Both his lovers. So, a large hammock. He does not need this. Drin stares at the co-worker who’s planted himself, uninvited, across the lunch table from his beautiful musician, and …