Allatross spoke to the silence, some nights.
That’s something I’d change if I had it to do over. But I don’t, obviously.
“Wanna play Star Wars?” he asked, his voice getting louder as it ran through the words.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“You don’t know what Star Wars is?” His eyes got wide as he said this, and I just shook my head no.
Shelly stared through the mist at the red neon in front of her, not quite ready to concede that this was it. She’d got used to things not making sense down here but this was getting way beyond weird.
His voice was so fucking calm. Just a layer of false sympathy. It had to be false.
GHOST EMPEROR SEIZES POWER!
SPECTRAL MENACE UNSTOPPABLE, SCIENTISTS SAY!
This year, the restaurant was in London.