Marya was afraid of the dark, but tried not to be.
No sudden movement
“Are you actually kidding me?!” Sergeant Peacock erupted,
“Can’t we just turn on the lights?” a tiny voice whimpered in the dark.
I found a dead woman’s shadow once, while walking the streets of Nagasaki.
Thirty years gone, a thousand square miles.
You’re probably wondering why I’m sitting here – cowering, really – in a pool of my own urine.