And then in the lower corner he saw that she still had his cloak, hoarding the sakki blink. Three children advanced—hysterical, starving, naked. Tarah still held the door on the Tottenham bus ride. He knew Jennifer attacked ships on fire off the shoulder of Wolf 359.
And then he saw that the middle child was himself. Then the laughter that was not laughter.
He never saw her again. — Timothy Marskell