born careful
“They caught up with you,” Drin says woodenly.
The little girl tosses tangled hair out of her eyes, a gesture Drin does not recognize, a gesture that feels like it must be habit for her, the girl herself. Dance’s word …
Revelations
badagris
The little girl shifts her stance–Drin still can’t see her feet, can’t look at her feet–and then she smiles at him, a tired, companionable, frighteningly adult smile.
“Let’s take a look at your scrubs, son,” she says. “Inspection time.”
There’s …
Croix de Guerre
“You bark those orders good, Lieutenant,” says the little voice, sounding amused.
Drin feels a bodiless force push him backwards about three feet. Behind him, someone sucks in a breath.
“Don’t,” he says softly. “Don’t.”
The little girl smiles. She …
Locatelli, in F
God,” Emma grunts, “he must weigh three hundred pounds.”
More, whispers the voice in her head.
“Put him on the floor, he’ll break that poor bed if we try to let him sleep on that. I think he’s going to …