Fists in the bowl and flour spilling, her eyes darted to the clock. 11:47. Fuck. Late again. Just like last year. Fuck fuck.

I need the food coloring! Andres said. Where’s the food coloring? I can’t make the peppermint martinis without the food coloring.

Left cabinet! I told you, left cabinet! The pork broth boiled and started to spill over.

Can someone turn it off please!

Tommy came in an...

My head snapped back as I felt the remnants of ghe Grav-Plunger pluck me out. On all fours, I felt the familiarity of grass and dirt beneath my palms and knees. The sun, that old familiar pleasant dancer upon my neck welcomed me home. Years, facades, or perhaps mere seconds had gone by since my kidnapping to Astralfagar. Never again would they take me. I vowed with a clutch of that old familiar gr...