![]() ![]() I mean, if you can get him to not run away.” Kaye laced up one thick-soled black boot and limped around the room looking for its mate. ![]() “Be there in a second!” Kaye shouted back. Kaye heard her grandmother’s voice calling from downstairs. One of her moth wings dusted the side of the cage with pale powder. “He’s just a rat,” Lutie said, turning toward Kaye. “Can you really understand what he’s saying?” Kaye asked, pulling an olive skirt over her head and wriggling it onto her hips. ![]() Isaac was curled in a white ball in the far corner. Inside, Kaye’s brown rat, Armageddon, sniffed the air. Kaye turned toward the lidded fish tank, where the doll-size faerie had her thin, pale fingers pressed against the outside of the glass. “Your rat wants to come,” Lutie-loo said. After all, she wasn’t human.įingering the hole on the left side of her fishnets, Kaye poked at the green skin underneath as she considered herself in the mirror. At least that’s what Kaye thought human girls were like. They don’t go around stealing other girls’ mothers. They have their very own parents, whom they love. They have a single fixed shape rather than shifting with their whims like windblown smoke. Human girls cry when they’re sad and laugh when they’re happy. Something waits beneath it-the whole story doesn’t show. I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape-the loneliness of it-the dead feeling of winter. ![]()
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