Abandoned Carnival

I float in this tank, still awaiting his rescue. In the darkness, I hear a splash and feel the brush of not flesh, but scales.

SURVIVING PROGRESS

He asks her if she thought they would. She looks at the scene outside their window and says, "No."

File Cabinet

His lips she files under L. On the plastic baggie she uses a sharpie to write "luscious."

Ceremony

It seemed to go well until she sat up and told us, in a different voice, to stop. We couldn't.