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 …
“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 …
“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 …
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 …
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, …
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 …
Dance’s shoulder sockets are loudly tired of this position, lying on his side. Either side. Other positions make other bones complain louder. He decided to sacrifice the shoulders for awhile. This can be a serious decision for a concert violinist. …