Dimly, Charlie remembers her Momma teaching her to knit. She'd been five, maybe six, so the sickness had already set in hard, and Charlie remembers printed headscarves and things that beeped and hummed around the bed. She remember sitting curling close and watching her Momma knit, the click of the needles, the way that her fingers had moved. She ( Read more... )

Zelda didn't make a point to see Lucifer every day, but fairly often, so it was a shock to simply not be able to find him. She had checked his rooms, the kitchen, even around the grounds just near the compound and after looking off and on for most of the day she came to the conclusion that he simply had disappeared. It had never happened to ( Read more... )

Never before in his entire time on the island had Lennox been hit with so many disappearances at once. He was depressed as all hell, lonely, and pretty damn angry at the whole situation, but he hadn't talked about it much. There wasn't much to say and not many people left to even say it to, which was why he was sitting on the beach surrounded by ( Read more... )

Make no mistake: Disco was super cheesy. That doesn't mean that it wasn't also super fun. The whole point of the movement was being free and ridiculous, and even after living through the backlash in the Eighties when everyone conveniently forgot they'd been disco fiends, I had to give all those dancing queens credit for knowing how to have a good ( Read more... )

Since the harp had shown up that day in the rain, Zelda hadn't played it. It had simply sat in a corner of her room collecting dust and, in her opinion, full of silent accusations about the life and responsibilities she'd left behind. Did Link need her? Did Link need Sheik, which was who the harp truly belonged to? Which was she ( Read more... )

The rain had arrived the day after Eugene, and for most of the month he's been unable to shake the pervasive thought that he'd brought it with him. It had seemed to mirror his mood: Dank and gray and a little confused, as if it wasn't certain whether it wanted to become a genuine storm or simply simmer up there instead. When it breaks, though, ( Read more... )

Dated 3 July 2010:
"Not a lick of sense in you ( Read more... )