I’m glad, she said, that at the end of everything, it’s you and me. There was a pause, there in the dark, where they just…were, next to each other. She wasn’t sure how long the pause was, or even when she had finished speaking, if it had been minutes or hours or lifetimes or an… Continue reading The End of Time
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The Calliope
He hadn't ever intended on using it again. Everyone lives multiple lifetimes in one life if they're lucky, and this was a relic from a life long since lived and put away. Now he was a successful man, running the sort of nondescript business successful men of a certain age and class and privilege always… Continue reading The Calliope
Nothing Down the Drain 