I went home with a researcher, a testudinologist. A Turtle Man, he called himself. I met him at a club, where he resembled the creature he collected obsessively: time-saddened and stationary. I needed a boyfriend, and something about his sloped… Continue Reading
Dad points with his sword he won’t let me touch. “See those rocks in the river, Roy?” The boulders sit in the middle of the kingdom’s river. “The slimy grime balls.” Dad peers at my hair that resembles a buffalo’s… Continue Reading
“I need to talk with you again, Doc,” Will said, making himself comfortable on the couch. He arranged a pillow under his neck and placed another one under his knees, so his legs were slightly bent, just as his chiropractor… Continue Reading