“They’re beautiful,” the clerk says. “Who are they for?” In this socially-oppressed, medieval-minded neighborhood, you can’t get away with being gay, so he lies. With his tongue in cheek and his eyes clear, he simply replies, “For my girlfriend,” with his face straight as ever. He thinks it’s iro...
Multi-colored and bearing the semblance of raccoons or other ring-colored creatures, these things skimmed the surface of the water in search of the dragonflies perched atop water lilies. Where am I? Odin thought. Unable to answer the thought not onl...