Hairboy by Sheffield

His mother spit on her hanky and started to wipe his face and rearrange his hair. The stumps of his antennae felt funny when anyone touched them so he squirmed out of her grasp with a long-suffering "Nooooomi!"

His mother, the last of the flower children, (whom he called "Rainbow" when he was happy and, sturdily, "Naomi" when he ( Read more... )