Myth blinked up at him in vivid purple and vermilion.

“I don’t remember much,” he said, pausing the game.

Mom blames Uncle for passing his love of schlock monster movies on to me.

“These imps, little or big?”

Cheyenne listened to the weak voice of the wounded enemy beside her.

“You’re positive?”

I keep my mistress on the fringe of the dying war.

“Your god is a lie.”

“I was seeking a connection with an angel.”

“Is it true? What the Captain said?”

She drifted over the wizard’s upturned palm.

“Here comes the cavalry!”

They’d said she’d killed carnies.

“Abby, you feedin’ strays again?”

I’d never read such beautiful things.

“I’ve turned off pain reception.”

“Remember the mad slaughter, old man?”

“We don’t all get to join the zoo, Hon.”

I’m like my dirty little air tug beside her elegant skyliner.

“Please, my family...”

“Whaddayamean, it wasn’t covid?”