The unsolved mystery nagged away at her, whenever she saw the bakery. It was nothing that she wanted to think about. But at the same time, she refused to change her usual walking route to avoid the bakery; that would make her think of it because she *wasn't* seeing the bakery, and it seemed to her that would be even worse. Nobody knew how the ( Read more... )

The pop was the noise that got them shifting and moving. The screams hadn't done it. The static hiss hadn't done it. The weird buzz coming from under the door and around the window edges wasn't enough. But hearing the pop-pop-pop of gunfire, that got them moving. That was a noise they knew. They understood that guns = danger, and it was time to get ( Read more... )

Andy bought a gun that Saturday afternoon, because he wanted to reach out and touch someone. He'd seen her lounging in the alley on 4th and Smirch, but he'd never dared approach her. He didn't have enough cash to make her pimp go away, and besides, he didn't want their relationship to be like that. He knew they would have a relationship, though, ( Read more... )

She pulled herself out of the orgy as soon as she felt her mind begin to clear. Then the pain sank in. Her entire body ached and throbbed. Hands grabbed at her ankles. She couldn't run, but she could stomp. She felt the fanny pack around her waist, relieved that it had survived this bout. She had, she knew, eight hours of clarity, and four of them ( Read more... )

They were obsolete. They sat on the shop's back cabinet and sighed to each other. "Nobody likes blondes anymore," complained the curvaceous doll ( Read more... )