He says I am beautiful. So shall we find a room?
I swear by the saints — that I will tell her when the time is right.
‘You really should talk to him.’
The piano resonates. Each note whistles.
I had informed Hadiyah and the others that this last trek to the oasis was to be done alone.
this inexorable, this frigid, this superior —
It’s midnight dearest, get some sleep.
I think he had more important things to deal with anyways.
Momentarily stricken, she wonders where stars go to die.
Hush little Alexei, can you feel the fireplace?