One of the men shifted, noisily, and Peach jerked around, ears twitching, and bared her fangs.
“Hoh shit,” muttered one of the men further away, and Peach hissed at him, ears flattened, ready to launch off Keisha’s arm at any …
A flash of light speared his brain; Seung shut his eyes once more and kept them that way. Everything hurt. He couldn’t remember ever feeling like this, hot and chilled at the same time, every joint either throbbing with a …
It ought to be Dance’s twin curled up in the clinic bed. But this man isn’t identical. Dance says he calls Seung Older Brother in Korean, and it fits. Seung looks older, more weather-beaten, heavier through the shoulders and torso, …
“Okay, I got some good news and some bad news. Question is, do you want me to tell you by yourself, or share it with Peach and Keisha?”
Seung blinked at Doctor Alexander. The painkiller was starting to take the …
Grace’s pleated paper fan rustles. Beside her, Dance is humming, one hand describing circles on the beat. A few couples are still on the floor even with canned music, reluctant to let the evening end. She’s pleased to see that …
“I hear you been giving it away with both hands, as the Good Book says you should do,” Preacher says, walking up the parking lot slowly, hands wide, “but of course some of them guys down at the co-generation plant …
There wasn’t even a scream.
Just Dan laying full-length in the parking lot, face down, with a massive splat of red sprayed out onto the wall of the restroom behind him. His dreads fanned out, his jeans all red, his …
Keisha drove in silence for awhile after that, the white line blinking like a metronome in the corner of the windshield. Just trying to breath, around the hurt that Dan was gone, and this Chinese-looking guy was sitting there in …
Keisha woke up from dreams of driving endlessly, aimlessly, in the fog. She blinked sandy eyelids, and turned her head sharply, winced and waited for her neck muscles and rib muscles to calm down. “What?”
“Not watch now,” the Chinese …
It hurt climbing down the rungs from the sleepover cab one-handed, carrying his gun.
“Hey, my man,” the woman said to him. “You feeling a little rested?”
He shook his head. It didn’t do any good to lie to a …