Lieutenant Junior Grade Sasha Kowal could not work like this.
Marooned. The little clock hand on the fuel gauge ticked toward the E, and Nyx pulled onto the grassy shoulder of the highway. Marooned. First by her people, then by a spiteful station wagon.
“Will you give your name this year?” Isheya’t asks. You shake your head, adjusting the woven straw pack on your shoulders and squinting out ahead into the red blaze of the sunrise. “Not planning on it. But ask me again in another hour.”
I met Gordy on my first day in junior crèche. I sat on my own in the cafeteria, aimlessly pushing food around, when a sturdily built boy with a shock of unruly hair sat opposite me, grinned, and introduced himself.
Anilay’s thumb hovered over the green call icon. Come on, girl! Tap into your inner succubus and be confident! Be daring! Come on, just call already! Sadly, her inner succubus seemed to be on vacation in Tahiti.