Floating on her back, she imagines what’ll happen if she starts bleeding right then and there.
On this train ride back to his beginnings, Shettima’s mind overtook the train to another river in his memory, a river long and meandering as his days.
She has taken back a vintage Pac Man pinball machine, gold teeth, and hair extensions. She has taken back virginity and faith in God. But can she take something back from the shadow of a woman she loved?
Of course there was no best. Of course they were the same. I wanted to win in any case.
When it was over, Myrrh clapped as much for their own feat of love as for their partner’s artistic accomplishment. They were proud and pleased—and then came the man who sang “The Music of the Night.”
She knew this could happen. It was, after all, the way things were. The promise of Rekha’s warmth buried it.
Didn’t they get it? She was a pitch pine. She would win in the end.
Her species procreates through a sacred sermonic skin grafting ritual, but the idea of sex with a teenage human male she found truly grotesque.
“Devilish,” said all of Kharagpur, after the Rosarios and their pig walked in the annual parade. “No pig’s supposed to jump backwards. Or laugh.”
The Big was proof that there was a God, and proof that God did not exist.