I’ve come to love the silence. But I remember the thrum of engines underfoot, the sobbing howl of the wind outside before we broke atmosphere, the everpresent hiss of recycled air. Continue reading
“He should be fine, now, OK?” Brandy says, handing Oscar back to me. The little jerk immediately puts his paw on my boob and sits up, which he hasn’t been willing or able to do in a week. “He just needed some doggy chiropractic lovin’.”
“Great, thanks, Brandy. How much do I owe ya?” Not that I care, since it’s a tax writeoff anyway. All the money I spend on the rescue dachshunds, that’s an above the line deduction. Plus the whole thing got easier when I started working for Chiaroscuro full time instead of Caliginosis. Holly loves having the pups in the office, says they calm everybody down. Not that anyone needs calming but Cali.
“Hell with it,” Angus says, pushing his chair back from the desk. Common Sense, in its scabbard, bumps against the wheels of the chair. “I want a damned hot dog and I’ll by the gods have one.” Continue reading
The village had no doctors when I came. Continue reading
“She could’ve had an abortion, of course,” Deborah says, brushing white-blonde hair behind her ear. “Even though it wasn’t legal then. But she didn’t.” Continue reading