“I’m not human. Not fully.”
The path on the right called to me, even as the trembling hand gripping my wrist tried to convince me that it was anything but right.
“Do you like making me cry?”
It wasn’t supposed to snow in this place but that morning he woke to a cold grey light trickling through the curtains, and his first thought was that something was going to happen.
“Officer, I saw a man in a puke-coloured leotard two alleyways down.”