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 …

the Trailing Birds

“Did you send the dossier? Nobody’s reported back.” “Give him a second,” Bennie tells his phone, and cracks open a can. “Let him do his thing.” “His thing,” Auren’s voice on the phone makes it clear, “is a great big liability.” Bennie shrugs, sticks the phone in the crook of …

Small Mercies

Emma leans forward, smoothing the mixture of baby oil and lidocaine ointment across what used to be Dance’s bottom–what used to be quite a nice muscular ass. What it’s become is a surreal combination of the spooky, the transcendentally beautiful, and the absurd. Trying to remain bipedal with twelve feet …

Fozzie Speaks

TS:  message from Anonymous Server: Having fun on the road/ Bringing me howlin’ moon boys/ we gonna party down/ Where the rubber meets the sea/ Gotta get me some etoufee/ and some sugar beignets/ Ain’t never liked my catfish in pie/ Gonna wrassle your snake from the bag/ Do that …

Road Trip Discoveries

They’re edited people, Drin says. Dance looks over at the game controller, and away at the wall again. Drin got him that to keep him from getting too bored. He still loves to find things that please them. Their big rangy freckled husband, the guy who laughs with his whole …