The Popsicle Maker

Packaging crinkles as Hal turns the popsicle mold over in his hands, eyes narrowed. “Did you know,” he says, “that water-based lube freezes?” Drin and Dance look at each other, thoughtful.  Emma brays laughter, sees Grace’s horrified face, and almost sprays everyone with lemonade. Hal’s not expecting Grace to move …

TUSK!

They’re laughing as they walk to the parking lot.  There isn’t enough parking along Main Street, where most of the shops are; this overflow lot handles quite a bit of traffic on the weekends, but today it’s nearly empty.  Lucas hugs a huge plastic bag to his chest.  It bumps …

View From the Eye

The stadium effect, Steve recalls the weatherman sayin’.  The eye-wall of the storm curved ’round them like a bowl, like a stadium.  Yup, ‘zactly like a stadium.  Not that she’d ever been inside one — pro sports were purty damn useless far as she was concerned. Penelope yammers on in …

The Frog Prince

He’s leaning against the kitchen door frame, turning loops of string in his big hands, looks like. He is pretty. He’s wearing his dark hair long, loosely braided down his back, and he looks calm and easy, like he rides out a Category 3 storm every other Tuesday. “Hey, Auntie,” …

When Worlds Collide

Kool-aid and coffee. That’s all Claudia has to offer, but things are getting tense and weird, and it’s easiest, really, to fall back into old patterns. Comforting as the familiar skirt that Master liked her to wear, although she prefers jeans now. How else is there to cope? Besides, people …