The base needed cleaning but she didn’t have time. Wretched little things. They would be better off outdoors on some bramble, even bramble on waste ground. She decided to call by the florist. “No reason why you phasmids should suffer just because I’m preoccupied,” she murmured. She stood and stam...
It’s date night, as Eva calls it—their regular Thursday-evening dinner when they all endeavour to eat together. Toniah feels a pull-push; she loves Eva’s enthusiasm for date night, but she’s resistant to the growing obligation, the feeling she’s being sucked into family domesticity before she’s r...